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Cyber-me [May. 2nd, 2008|05:44 pm]
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Ever wonder about the concept of interfacing?

I'm sitting in the labs, in front of a small black box that folds out to reveal a screen and a keyboard. On the side of that black box, I some earphones into my ears and the box, then I sit on a chair and pretty much hunch over the machine. The black box feeds noise into my ears and as I hunch over it, the screen fills my field of vision. My touch extends into the computer world, as I only type and move a cursor by ways of a touchpad. All extensions but my legs are connected into this black box.

What's my relationship with that black box? Is it feeding me or am I feeding it. Who's hooked into what here? Am I hooking into the computer, becoming its organic extension or is it hooking into me, feeding me input and cutting me from the outside world?

I don't know any more. It's definitely not healthy. I just get this image of battery farms, with animals put in cages, limiting their mobility while strange wires and tubes are plugged into them to extract whatever should be extracted from them.

It's an image that's been with me this last week.

Now there's this concept of brain mice - where you control mice with your thoughts via this device you attach. The lines will blur even more.

This might just be the stress of the deadline being less than a week away, but this connection scares me. I may be good with computers, but this dependence worries me.
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