Now THIS...this sounds *awesome!* But I'm still down with being plugged in to a planetary mass mind.

No. I'm all about weird explorations of human stupidity via metaphorical fiction, but this idea is just *stupid.*

Idaknow. I've been in the subways of Boston—there are weirder things down there.

I cannot believe how frickin' AWESOME this looks. I believe my life's work must now be to create my own flying city...or, at least, a cozy house built on top of a blimp.

I MUST HAVE ONE. The solid-grey one actually looks like my Christyballs Greycat.

Quite literally, we are living twenty minutes into the future.

Now, I'm not saying quantum processors are some kind of magical gizmo that will solve all of the world's problems overnight...but something tells me that using qubits for factorization problems prettymuch makes questions like whether P!=NP completely irrelevant.

Hey...it's The Crawling Chaos—much like Gozer the Gozerian, it can be whatever it wants to be. And don't even tell me an anime chick isn't one of the most chaotic possible forms for the soul and messenger of the Other Gods.

Wow. Sex and Zen—two of my favourite things, together at last! I still think the concept of Zen sex is sitting zazen in your room, staring at a wall, while buffin' the wood with your hands in the mudra of wisdom.

We utilize the forces of transference and placement. (If anyone guesses where this reference is from, I'll eat my shoe.)

Chaga!

Boilerplate is Tha Shizznat. I can't wait for his film debut!

I'm taking this to Kickstarter ASAP.

I'm sold. Though the central idea of an amnesia-inducing drug is a bit of a stretch, the rest of it sounds as though it was plucked from the Taiwan News circa 2013.

You have no idea how big my boner is right now. I think it's actually erectified into several pocket dimensions normally inaccesible by human weiners.

Man...I'm not sure about my nerd credentials right now—I didn't even recognize *half* those costumes, but the ones I *did* recognize were, for the most part, pretty damn obscure.

Now, normally, this kind of fanboyage makes me sick—but you know what? Screw it. I'm going to decorate my entire house in Tron 2 gear and rename my production studio The Grid.

I loved Metropolis: The Chase Suite, but didn't think The ArchAndroid really lived up to the hype—as a whole, at least: there were still quite a few exceptional songs on it nonetheless. She's Totally Cool(tm).

@Knowitallguytherevenge: Oh, I've read every one of Herbert's Dune novels at least fifty times each. But I still prefer the film's depictions of the Navigators, though I'm quite fond of Barlowe's depiction as well.

How many of you folks have realized this is a steampunk take on the Spacing Guild Navigators from Dune? Exposure to helium induces disturbing alterations in form and perception? "Conductors?" "Zeppelin Conductors Society?"