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    Log 422 - Post-Human

    by , 06-25-2016 at 10:05 PM (290 Views)
    Created Saturday 25 June 2016

    Guess I've gone long enough without posting here, and for silly enough reasons at times. Anyway, there were about five dreams I remembered today, but I only know of fragments for all but the last one.

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    Me and some of my siblings were cruising through the highways at daytime. We reached a cityscape, only to get lost in its streets.

    Something about an old friend visiting?

    I imitate Mortal Kombat's Quan Chi, bringing forth a group of glowing green skeletons from the ground while cackling (like so). My brother, Fred, questions the type of helmets and armor worn by the undead. Someone else complained that this armor made the skeletons overpowered.

    I'm in the vast interior of an office building or somesuch, keeping to the lobby to either wait for someone, or just not to get lost. I soon had to use the bathroom, and go to a short hallway to find it. Industrial curtains concealed most of the openings, which I assumed meant the area was off limits. And yet, on peeking through the blinds, I did indeed find some public restroom entrances.

    I'm in a big classroom, a science class, I thought. The teacher, a short, dark skinned middle aged woman, is collecting homework. I realized I didn't even start on it. Furthermore, it was a very simple assignment, more a short questionnaire than anything relevant to the class. There goes an easy 'A'. I then seat myself on a high chair in the middle of the class, barely minding that I had no surface to write on. Pretty sure this dream transitions into, or at least influenced, what comes next.


    Dream 1 - Post-Human


    The visuals were a bit blurred. I was in a lounge, a place constructed of dark wood. Several other people were in the area, each wearing corporate casual attire, and seating themselves on reddish-brown couches in the area. We were scientists, geneticists and gene engineers, mostly. Our specialty was human cloning, and we've advanced enough to grow subjects of almost any age, yet by that point, such technology wasn't at all novel. Instead, our interests were in memory enhancement at creation, but short funding drove that project to a standstill.

    Nothing of interest at first, just a group of bored people sulking quietly. Eventually, a pale, brown haired little girl in a white robe appeared. Clearly, one of the subjects for the memory experiments. She previously showed no conclusive results, and so, was contained until future transfer for rehabilitation and, eventually, adoption. Her early presence and mobility was unexpected, but such a thing wasn't unheard of. A few others slowly reacted to recontain her.

    Just then, the girl spoke, talking of various specifics in our tests. This was surprising, but it could have just been mimicry. The subject walked to a cabinet, where she pulled out stray phials of chemicals. and quickly mixed and applied a concoction onto herself. Through some fog, her form changed, the least of which was her being about 18 - 20 years of age. More pronounced was her new size, easily 15ft tall, and her being composed of innumerous, floating, gleaming glass-like shards.

    Me and the others stood dumbstruck, though one man remained incredulous, doubting this form's durability and stability. This annoyed the subject, who stamped off towards the nearest exit. With a precise, powerful kick, she sends the door flying off its hinges. The others speak uninhibitedly, saying stuff about matter manipulation and instant knowledge of martial arts.

    The glass-girl leaves to some hallways, the scientists flocking towards her with endless queries, her answers laconic and distant in tone. I followed as well, but kept my distance, and to myself. I mentally questioned the consequences, and above all, ethicality, in all this.

    In time, the subject squeezed herself into another room. Before anyone else followed, another fellow spoke of similar concerns to mine. Everyone froze to contemplate. Maybe they too realized the implications. Well, except for one man, who placidly expressed his achieving his life work: the creation of a transhuman. Outrage sparked, and the scientists bickered amongst one another. I alone stepped forth to question this new creation.

    Now, I was in a wide space constructed of blue metal. There, the "transhuman" was seated hands down and a knee up on the floor, lost in thought. She stares harshly at me, though this softens to a mix of regret and longing. I sensed she already knew what I'd say. Through much stammering, I ask on her concerns, if any, of humanity and morality, though the forward, confused manner in which I did so made me feel foolish.

    The glass-shard being remained silent. She leaned closer to me, and outstretched her hand to my eyes. This reformed into a curious, maze-like symbol, the walls indented black. As I followed the pattern, blue liquid filled in the transparent lines from top to bottom. One wider section contained the substance in such a way so as to keep some empty space.

    Things get hazy, caused by some distracting media comparisons. This had to do with the water physics of Dwarf Fortress and Terraria, of all things. Not sure what else happened until the dream ended. After recalling this dream, I realized the strange woman was no transhuman. She was a post-human.
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    Updated 06-29-2016 at 04:31 AM by 89930 (media reference; minor edit; added date)

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    Comments

    1. Mydera's Avatar
      That dream was pretty awesome I love the tras-human / post-human chic, she seemed very deep and wise beyond her years
    2. RelicWraith's Avatar
      Thanks for the reply.

      Heh, yeah, that glass girl really was far out.