It’s been a while, but the “coming to life” scene, if I can call it that, I’ve watched it many times.
It’s been a while, but the “coming to life” scene, if I can call it that, I’ve watched it many times.
Beware of the place named Agitator Appliances, run out of some mad buggers garage.
Sooo much blocking in the begining, then I just blocked a whole instance. All good now, two years in.
It’s five and I’m driving home again
It’s hard to believe that it’s my last time
The man on the wireless cries again
“It’s over, it’s over”
It’s late and I’m with my love alone
We drink to forget the coming storm
We love to the sound of our favorite song
Over and over
Dancing, with tears in my eyes
Weeping for the memory of a life gone by
Dancing, with tears in my eyes
Living out a memory of a love that died
Maschinenmensch
The robot is usually—and erroneously—referred to as “Maria”, after the human original whom she impersonates. She was never named in the film, though in the novel her name is Futura.
Wot’s … video…eh?
Large sodas certainly cradled my life during some serious hangovers. A whole lake of soda! I need some 7-up now. 😄
Used to take me three hours to mow all the grass out at the farm, on a riding lawnmower 👍
RedReader app works, theres no ads. Im just a passive user of Reddit nowdays, mainly seeing whats up in local city subs as far as news and events. Theres not very much of that on Lemmy yet. If I were to comment in the Lemmy community thats local to my hometown it would probably be like “Hey, are you so an so from the east end?” 😄
Just had a Black Sabbath flashback, Mob Rules. Must have been something in the acid.
If I just say my ex, do I need a whole backstory?
Roughly 30 million years into the future
Looking round me again, I saw that, quite near, what I had taken to be a reddish mass of rock was moving slowly towards me. Then I saw the thing was really a monstrous crab-like creature. Can you imagine a crab as large as yonder table, with its many legs moving slowly and uncertainly, its big claws swaying, its long antennae, like carters’ whips, waving and feeling, and its stalked eyes gleaming at you on either side of its metallic front? Its back was corrugated and ornamented with ungainly bosses, and a greenish incrustation blotched it here and there. I could see the many palps of its complicated mouth flickering and feeling as it moved.
Dyson spheres and matrioshka brains, it would seek to evolve.
You would have to look up the meaning of anthropomorphism if it’s not clear.
I don’t think it’s useful to anthropomorphise it.
What’s the point?
That’s been a raging debate, an existential exercise. In real world conditions, we have free will, freeer than it’s ever been. We can be whatever we will ourselves to believe.
Plastic clothes pins that degraded in the sunlight, turned into plastic powder.