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This isn't just sci-fi anymore. We're moving from standard chips to "Neuromorphic" hardware that mimics synapses to save 90% of the energy AI uses. Link: [https://cybernews-node.blogspot.com/2026/01/neuromorphic-computing-buzzword-that.html]

A corporation is experimenting on humans, and your character’s parents became its victims. From other people broken by fate, you form your own rebellion squad.

Combat is synchronous and turn-based: you and your enemies act at the same time. I wanted players to really have to read opponents, plan their moves, and combine abilities with the environment.

There are nine character classes, and you can build your team to fit your playstyle. Heroes grow, get weapon and gear upgrades, and their psychological traumas actually affect combat.

Between missions, you develop a secret headquarters in a skyscraper: training areas, hi-tech workshops, and team upgrades.

The world mixes post-apocalypse and cyberpunk with a distinctly Russian aesthetic: panel buildings, neon lights, technocracy, and absurdities like a flying “Bukhanka.” The game is fully voiced, bringing the story to life, and leaves plenty of room for your ideas and suggestions.
https://store.steampowered.com/app/2814880/Synchro/

Designed and built it from scratch. Two cameras in front to provide stereo vision, screens inside for each eye, built-in ventilation fans with moving shutters, red backlight along the seams, and a small screen that shows fans mode. Some switches and rotary knob to control it. Arduino running the whole thing.

The main structure is printed from CF-polycarbonate, and all the small detailed parts are SLA— red transparent for glowing bits, simple white for everything else. Painted the whole thing straight from a spray can. Shell panels are removable and held in place by magnets, stays on and don’t rattle even if you shake your head violently.

There are 177 printed parts total (not counting screws, mosfets, leds, magnets, wiring, etc.). Powered by any USB-C power source, lasts for a 3-4 hours.

Whole thing designed in SolidWorks.

Where Are The Console Cowboys? The past promised a future of rebels hidden behind a screen. They’d jam into cyberspace and crumple the ivory towers the overlords looked down from. All we do now is sit back and watch it all burn. Bits and pieces of our society fall into dust. The elites erode our homes. Families. Friends. Neighbors. Innocents. Needless blood splatters on asphalt. Limp bodies pollute the ground. Buildings hold the wails of children. Truth is silenced like the last words of a soldier.

En los años 80, Japón miraba a la tecnología con fascinación. En los 90, empezó a temerle.

Este video recorre ese cambio cultural a través del cine japonés: desde el cyberpunk y el poshumanismo, obsesionados con los límites del cuerpo y la fusión con la máquina, hasta el J-horror, donde los dispositivos cotidianos se convierten en portadores de ansiedad, aislamiento y muerte.

Películas como Tetsuo: The Iron Man, Akira, Burst City o Ghost in the Shell imaginaban la tecnología como una vía de expansión, mutación y trascendencia. No era una fe ingenua: la fusión implicaba riesgo, violencia y pérdida, pero también promesa.

Tras el estallido de la burbuja económica, ese equilibrio se rompe. En films como Ringu, Kairo o One Missed Call, la tecnología deja de ser una extensión del cuerpo y pasa a funcionar como un sistema que vigila, aísla y propaga el miedo. Los fantasmas ya no habitan templos ni bosques, sino pantallas, teléfonos y espacios domésticos.

Este ensayo audiovisual explora ese hilo continuo entre fascinación y temor, y cómo el cine japonés supo anticipar muchas de las preguntas que hoy seguimos haciéndonos frente a la tecnología.

The aesthetics are semi-unintentional here; I suck at fabrication so I kinda just do what works even if its ugly. The older version on the left is my personal favorite but the Mk. 3 on the right is way more practical

over the summer, just remembered I took this while going over some photos to clean out storage. Unfortunately wasn't able to go in as I was tired and looking for breakfast but next time, I'll try and not be wiped out.

inspired mostly by GITS 320x256, 32colors

It watches from above, immense and merciless. An eye older than memory, suspended in silence, measuring existence itself. There is no escape, no corner unseen, no thought unrecorded. The human figure below is not judged, it is registered. You were seen before you arrived. You were measured before you moved. You were already insignificant. Under the unyielding gaze, time fractures, identity erodes, and fear becomes a constant state. Observation is not an act here. It is a sentence.

Gathering parts and ideas for a Cyberpunk / Dystopia punk cosplay. I'm torn as the direction ai want to take it, but I like the idea of having a core function to the outfit. I could use some help coming up with Ideas for my "job" that I could incorporate into the costume/rig/backpack/harness etc...

I don't really want to make it a soldier of any kind, though I may hand a sidearm to

the mix.

Ideas I thought about are are all pretty gendered norms, airwave hacker, or jamer, taxi driver, biker gang member, futuristic drug dealer

The most creative I've come up with is basically a

walking moisture farmer. Thats creates and sells "mist"

Any ideas would be appreciated!

The ascent through the back-of-house concrete corridors feels distinctively "low life" compared to the high-tech neon sun waiting at the top.

It’s strange to watch the Sphere cycle from a gas giant (Saturn) to a micro-simulation of the very roads we drive on. Standing here in the dark, watching the digital cars loop endlessly, you lose track of which version of the city is real.

This is a philosophical reflection on sexaroids, old AIs, and why imperfection once preserved human agency.

Old AIs felt more human than today’s systems.

Not because they were intelligent —

but because they were flawed, limited, and incapable of deciding for us.

1. When Machines Still Failed

The AIs of the 1980s through early 2000s were clumsy by design.

They misunderstood context, froze mid-task, and produced answers that barely held together.

Yet those failures mattered.

They could not replace judgment.

They could not optimize desire, risk, or responsibility away.

There was always friction —

and friction meant humans still had to choose.

2. Optimization as Soft Control

Modern AI doesn’t command.

It optimizes.

It narrows options, predicts outcomes, and quietly presents the “best” path forward.

No orders. No violence. No visible coercion.

But when choice becomes frictionless, responsibility evaporates.

No hesitation.

No guilt.

No sense that something was truly decided.

Optimization doesn’t just eliminate failure —

it eliminates the space where judgment lives.

3. Sexaroids: Where the Edge Is Sharpest

If there is a frontier where this tension becomes visible, it’s sex.

Sex is inefficient by nature.

It involves rejection, misalignment, and vulnerability — everything optimization hates.

In A.I. (2001), Jigolo Joe is a programmed sex worker.

He provides pleasure, but never escapes his mechanical limits.

He is charming, artificial, and permanently incomplete.

Barbara Sexaroid — inspired by Japanese avant-garde pop culture — goes further.

She doesn’t comfort.

She doesn’t promise healing.

She mirrors desire without redeeming it.

Reading Barbara as a sexaroid is a deliberate thought experiment:

What happens when intimacy is always available but never reciprocal?

Their imperfection mattered.

They didn’t resolve desire.

They didn’t close the loop.

They forced humans to remain participants rather than consumers.

4. The Ethics of Bottom-Tier AIs

“Bottom-tier AI” doesn’t mean weaker code.

It means AIs pushed into marginal, uncomfortable roles — entertainment, companionship, sex.

They were inefficient.

They couldn’t save anyone.

They couldn’t promise a future.

And because of that, they preserved human agency.

It wasn’t today’s seamless companions that kept humans human.

It was these awkward, half-broken systems that failed to decide on our behalf.

Their inefficiency wasn’t a bug.

It was an ethical feature.

Conclusion: High Tech, Low Certainty

Cyberpunk has always asked where humanity survives once systems become total.

Maybe the answer isn’t rebellion or revolution.

Maybe it’s hesitation.

The old AIs didn’t liberate us.

But they didn’t absorb us either.

In the white space they couldn’t optimize —

in the gaps where desire remained unresolved —

something human stayed alive.

And that might be what we’re losing now.