You and I both. In my case, fibromyalgia drove me to become an even more rabid transhumanist than I already was before diagnosis. I'd be perfectly fine with a machine body.

I've got some buddies and we all drink bleach

Hey, I recognize that dinosaurian fella! Isn't he one of the species from Mass Effect? Not the Krogans, but the...other ones who look like skinny Krogans.

Howard the Duck deserved two Oscars: one for soundtrack, and one for special effects! I mean...godDAMN, did you see those Dark Overlords?! I've been obsessed with them (and ducks) ever since I saw that movie when I was twelve.

THE SINGULARITY HAS JUST HAPPENED.

I prefer "yerbas" and "miss-a-leez" myself.

Jones and Bastard John are the greatest fictional dolphins ever.

For a while, I thought it was a word of French derivation, and thus would be pronounced something like "zhay-voo-loh", but that sounds so stupid I refuse to utter it.

I have only one question: how the heck is "gevulot" pronounced? I favour "gev-you-LOT", personally.

Idaknow...this actually sounds like it *could* be cool, if it were handled with a measure of levity and/or pulpy melodrama. If approached thusly, it might even top The Fifth Element!

If Singularity has even HALF as many awesome explosions and scenes of mega-destruction as 2012, it will still be awesome. I would LOVE to see Emmerich tackle clouds of disassembling nanobots, forced uploading, and armies of shapeshifting death machines!

Ugh. This doesn't even get a D for effort. I've seen better productions from 14-year-olds in gifted classes playing around with paper dolls, a scanner, and a pirated copy of Final Cut. Admittedly, though, the *music* is surprisingly effective. Its amorphous quality reminds me a good bit of the soundtrack to John…

I LOVE this movie, and have since I was a child. It is the very epitome—indeed, the aegis—of bad British sci-fi cinema. Equal parts Hammer horror film, zombie apocalypse, and alien invasion: you just don't get better than this....And the main theme by Henry Mancini? EPIC SQUARED.

But its sheer awkwardness is what makes it *awesome*!

"Pills make a comeback. Psychedelics, smart pills, power drugs and a host of newly invented non-addictive head pills seep into the young generation, who have no memory of the last drug phase."

Yo—STEP OFF HOWARD THE DUCK. Those Dark Overlords were completely bad-assed...and who *doesn't* want to see Lea Thompson gettin' touchy-feely with a humanoid duck?

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This book is retarded. Literally—I'm not using the R word lightly here: Wilson's book is retarded, in the sense that it portrays robotics and AI in a completely outdated, idiotic fashion. If this book had been written during the '80s, it might've—MIGHT have—stood as a reasonable extrapolation of a world of ubiquitous…

There's a feeling I often get which I have named "bullshitopathy," which is a combined feeling of eye-rolling disbelief, aggravation, and superiority that I get whenever I read about goofy, completely made-up sensations such as "abjection" and "compersion."

That's actually what *I* did in order to be able to hack my way through the layers of characterization and weirdness!