Iāve had similar dreams and loved every second of them. Although Iāve never felt any discomfort in them.
Measuring the force being applied by the actuators should be enough to provide a sense of touch. And this is necessary unless you are ok with crushing everything you touchā¦ Additionally, pressure sensors can be added to the fingertips and palms, maybe even full blown load cells.
Iād feel bad for my original human self in that situation. But I desperately want to be a robotā¦
I feel like a robotic clone would cause a very major philosophical debate in my mind(s?).
Maybe I would choose to have regular backups done, and when my bodyās time to break down has come, have my loved ones press start on the upload with my most recent backup.
Or just replace organs as they start to break down, idk. Our tech isnāt good enough to get into the details yet.
Just had a new dream about my FlexEM. I got it installed on my right arm almost a year ago, the install went smoothly and has presented no issues or discomfort.
In the dream the FlexEM was 2-3x larger and had migrated so that it was always visibly poking over the edge of my arm, allowing the edge to create a clearly defined ridge of skin. It was easy to manually push it around, but it felt like the install didnāt create a pocket deep enough. It hurt when I tried to push it into a good position.
Then I āwoke upā (still in the dream) inception style. I looked at my arm and noticed that it had pronounced veins covering the implant, I felt I needed to move the implant around to try to get it into a better position but still couldnāt. This time the FlexEM looked like it was ready to split my arm open, the skin was so thin around the implant and the implant was so large.
I then cycled between this dream and the dream-dream, always focused on the implant, trying to push it to an area on my arm so that it didnāt poke out or pinch any veins.
I donāt remember any plot to the dreams, just trying to fix my arm. As I said, the install was smooth and itās never given me any issues, not sure why my brain decided this was a priority over all the other things in my life I could dream about
I wonder why we dream of implants.
The obvious answer would be āwe think about them a lotā. And āwe fear them rejecting or falling outā.
Thereās a hypothesis/tall tail that when we dream of our teeth falling out, it is because of stress in our lives. People in the hospital, loss, lost teeth, kind of a trailing subconscious thought chain.
Iām yapping here, but this is mostly for fun anyways:
Maybe we see stress or loss as loss of a part of ourselves, commonly teeth, something that is very much part of us but very much detachable.
Could it be possible that our bodies are doing the same thing with implants? We fear loss, we loose a part of ourselves, but in this subconscious metaphor, the part of self we loose is our implant(s). This implies that even our subconscious sees these as part of us, whether in identity or in form.
I should be asleep.
Maybe Iāll dream of Implantsā¦
Last night had some odd dreams.
I got a package from DT containing 3 loaded injectors. Each was in its own small sterile plastic container. In the dream, I guess I thought I was supposed to install them all then and there. The room was dark with a bright light above me, but it felt like my dining room and dining table.
There was already a sterile field in front of me, and my hands felt freshly washed. I picked up the first baggie. It had a blue label with white text on it [xG3v1 - Resin]. I opened it, and set the injector down on my right.
I picked up the second. This one had a Green label and white text [xGlow]. I took the injector out and set it next to the first.
I picked up the third. Blue label again, but red text, and the text was continually changing with some sort of non-latin characters. I canāt type these characters, but one moment it would be [Ā¢Ā„ā¢Ā¶ā] and the next it would be [&Ā£ā Ā¶ā]. I thought it was weird but didnāt question it.
I pulled the injector out, and it was fundamentally a different injector design from the rest. The handle was similar, but the needle and plunger were different. The needle was squarish, and when I compared it to the yellow xG3 injector, it looked as though the 3mm injector could fit in it. I looked into the tip, and the implant inside looked roughly the size and shape of a fingertip magnet.
I guess I thought Iād do the most painful one first, so I went to install the ā=Ļā āā¢ā into the middle section of my left pointer finger. The moment I pulled the injector out, I woke up.. With a fever.
@Pilgrimsmaster: Donāt hallucinate while producing induced dreams! Thatās what pays for your power bill after all. Or are they trying to replace you with GPT?
Get well soon
@amal when is this implant going to be available? Iām intrigued
Pi mod delta is not a bad band nameā¦
Itās going to be available Soonā¢, for more details check out the DT Club.
The scene was inside a spacious train. The interior was furnished like a waiting room with seats and tables, and one wall was a glass observation window outside of which a idyllic landscape, greenery and a low mountain range, passed by in a dim twilight. But it was about twelve oā clock, and the scenery should have been brightly lit by this hour.
There was a hushed anxiety among the passengers. We had just heard the news. A cosmic disturbance had altered the behaviour of the heavenly bodies. Noon would now be delayed until nine.
There was shock and fear as we murmured amongst ourselves, wondering what this meant. Was it just today? Could we just reset our clocks and go on as usual? No, the way they told it it sounded to be something much more dire. From henceforth, the sun would not rise until evening, and it would set shortly after. It was not clear if civilisation, or for that matter life on Earth, would survive.
In these troubling times Amal reached out on the DT forums and offered his place for people to gather and sort things out. The train would be passing through the area, so I decided to take him up on his compassionate offer and I disembarked in Washington.
I arrived in the wee hours of new-morning. It was still dark, though it should have been early evening by now. His place was one of the suites of a small concrete and glass building, the sort of building that would be used for offices or stores. Just inside the glass he had a workshop with tools and scraps scattered around the tables, giving an impression like a makerās space, and presumably he lived somewhere deeper inside or upstairs. On the exterior of the shop was what looked to be an adobe patio surrounded by walls which were adobe at the base and glass at the top. (The glass front door was on the sidewalk between the shop and this patio, flanked by the concrete-&-glass wall on the building side and adobe-&-glass wall on the patio side.) The patio was surrounded by tropical jungle.
It was still closed before daylight, so I meandered about on the sidewalk and patio. At this time I was fiddling with my two xLEDs, which are implanted far too close to one another and very near to the surface so they bulge out of my arm. I found that the flesh had softened and was like a liquid under the surface, and I was now able to slide the implants around much in the way that a loose vein slides around under the skin. I was glad because this meant I wouldnāt even have to surgically remove one if only I could figure out a way to get them to slide apart and then stay there and re-set.
Eventually Amal came out, and there was another person or two around, and three of us gathered at a table on the patio and ate cereal. The person across from me was a woman whom I thought was another proto-cyborg who had received the invitation on the DT forum like I had, but she kept flirting with Amal and eventually I realised she was his wife, and then I realised I was the only one from the forum who had arrived so far, and it was super awkward because I didnāt want Amal to think I was just some rando who had showed up at his house and started eating his cereal, but of course I wouldnāt be recognisable from anything on my profile, so I was trying to articulate that I was āone of usā and was here because of the invitation on the forum, but I suck at communicating, so I kind of just drew attention to my more prominent implants and fiddled with them some more, sliding my xLEDs around under my skin and such, in a lame attempt to clarify.
Then Amal had to leave for work, because for now his workplace had decided to operate during the short period of new-daylight, and the sun had begun to rise while we were eating breakfast. So I hung out awkwardly at his place for a while until finally more cyborgs from the forum showed up, and also some of my friends from the giant train ended up hearing about it and showing up, and it was getting to be a real happening event. Everyone was still really anxious and antsy what with the possibility that the human race was maybe about to go extinct, but they were chatting and excited and looking forward to when Amal would come back and weād get the party started and share our knowledge, observations, and concerns and try and come up with some sense of what the future might hold and how we were going to face it. I was still feeling pretty socially awkward so I just stared at my cereal, but then I ate all of it, so after that I just wandered off into the adobe-glass corner and stared off into the jungle.
I had a dream last night that @amal sent me a custom implant that we had discussed, but the implant was a 2ft by 3ft PCB that I had to encapsulate myself. I was pissed because how am I supposed to implant a 2ft by 3ft PCB in my arm?
get big
Had a dream a few nights ago where Iād stacked up a bunch of off brand Chinese clone repeaters (looked similar to one of the earlier prototypes @Hamspiced generously sent me, but bigger) and it blew the LED on one of my Diagnostic Cards. Guess the dream is trying to tell us to source our repeaters directly from Midwest Gadgets?
Hamspiced has access to the dials! I repeat, Hamspiced has access to the dials!
Ha! I do not. However this is pretty coincidental. I found out recently that there are some qi desk mount chargers that are coming with a form of a repeater to push the signal through the desk however they donāt work well. Literally found out about it last week.
Yeah pushing power results in a lot of loss (heat).. a power repeater is almost certainly doubling that loss.
my thoughts exactly. As it is right now, it seems i am gaining popularity with critics. Im getting a lot of fake news and scam hate atm.
