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watchanish: Business Class We got to hang with Linde Werdelin co-founder Morten Linde. Here he is in his Aston with his SpidoLite II in titanium on the wrist. Maaaaaaaaaan…! 

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Business Class

We got to hang with Linde Werdelin co-founder Morten Linde. Here he is in his Aston with his SpidoLite II in titanium on the wrist.

Maaaaaaaaaan…! 

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thedailydoodles: “Uploading the Mind’s Eye” Nervous about the procedure but knowing that his organic-casing has been feeling kinda rundown lately (he tripped and scuffed an elbow the other day, plus his nose has been running for at least a week now), Franklin MacMurray settles down into the chair as the Robo-Assistants start threading the wires through his pupil and under his eye and he can hear the familiar crunch of the connections clicking into place. The downloading of his Virtual Soul (a compilation of his memories, thoughts, feelings, personality— all that makes him, him) and subsequent uploading into a new organic casing has become remarkably easy, but still… as they hook up everything and he feels the memories be duplicated and pulled out, Franklin always feels regretfully uneasy.  He can’t shake it. Plus, he doesn’t need a new body (the current one works fine, just a bit slow is all), but with the deals they got now it’s sooooo cheap to upgrade, and they have all these amazing features… yeah, he probably won’t use 99% of them, but he thought the same about the Clearview Retin-A after all, and he doesn’t know what he’d do without it. Besides, it’s almost his birthday.  He’s allowed to give himself a nice gift. The dreamy glow that the absence of self brings is tingling through his body, acting as a natural sedative, and Franklin knows it won’t be long now before the transfer is complete.  While he can’t “see” his thoughts and memories in his head, he can still feel them being sorted and compiled in the new frame… But something… something feels off.  He can sense the gaps in his memory that everyone has (you can’t remember everything, of course), but instead of them remaining empty and void, he can feel something… new being installed.  Something foreign. He tries to hone in on the blank gaps in his consciousness being artifically filled, but as his sense of self drains away he finds it harder to focus… the outrage he feels over this invasion becomes more and more difficult to muster and maintain…  All he knows, is that that is not him.  Something must be going wrong, they’re not meant to put anything besides me in the new me… It must just be some mistake, he tells himself.  It has to be. As the last bits of his Virtual Soul are downloaded and everything fades to black, he swears that he will remember it… when he wakes up, he will get to the bottom of this.  He will fix it.  They can’t do this. Unbeknownst to Franklin, however, this is the 5th time he has made this promise to himself. And just like before, the memory of it all is left in the dead husk of his former body, which is soon to be melted down and reappropriated into various breakfast cereals, off-brand kitty litters, and glue. Franklin wakes up, confident in who he is, but subtly unrecognizable from who he was.  Posted 8/22/2012 Wanna appear in your very own Daily Doodle?  CLICK HERE!FAQ  TWITTER  FACEBOOK  SOCIETY6

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“Uploading the Mind’s Eye”

Nervous about the procedure but knowing that his organic-casing has been feeling kinda rundown lately (he tripped and scuffed an elbow the other day, plus his nose has been running for at least a week now), Franklin MacMurray settles down into the chair as the Robo-Assistants start threading the wires through his pupil and under his eye and he can hear the familiar crunch of the connections clicking into place.

The downloading of his Virtual Soul (a compilation of his memories, thoughts, feelings, personality— all that makes him, him) and subsequent uploading into a new organic casing has become remarkably easy, but still… as they hook up everything and he feels the memories be duplicated and pulled out, Franklin always feels regretfully uneasy.  He can’t shake it.

Plus, he doesn’t need a new body (the current one works fine, just a bit slow is all), but with the deals they got now it’s sooooo cheap to upgrade, and they have all these amazing features… yeah, he probably won’t use 99% of them, but he thought the same about the Clearview Retin-A after all, and he doesn’t know what he’d do without it.

Besides, it’s almost his birthday.  He’s allowed to give himself a nice gift.

The dreamy glow that the absence of self brings is tingling through his body, acting as a natural sedative, and Franklin knows it won’t be long now before the transfer is complete.  While he can’t “see” his thoughts and memories in his head, he can still feel them being sorted and compiled in the new frame…

But something… something feels off.  He can sense the gaps in his memory that everyone has (you can’t remember everything, of course), but instead of them remaining empty and void, he can feel something… new being installed.  Something foreign.

He tries to hone in on the blank gaps in his consciousness being artifically filled, but as his sense of self drains away he finds it harder to focus… the outrage he feels over this invasion becomes more and more difficult to muster and maintain… 

All he knows, is that that is not him.  Something must be going wrong, they’re not meant to put anything besides me in the new me…

It must just be some mistake, he tells himself.  It has to be.

As the last bits of his Virtual Soul are downloaded and everything fades to black, he swears that he will remember it… when he wakes up, he will get to the bottom of this.  He will fix it.  They can’t do this.

Unbeknownst to Franklin, however, this is the 5th time he has made this promise to himself.

And just like before, the memory of it all is left in the dead husk of his former body, which is soon to be melted down and reappropriated into various breakfast cereals, off-brand kitty litters, and glue.

Franklin wakes up, confident in who he is, but subtly unrecognizable from who he was. 

Posted 8/22/2012

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