Quotes About Augmented

By 2009, computers will disappear. Displays will be written directly onto our retinas by devices in our eyeglasses and contact lenses.

in the posthuman era. They claimed that augmented human brains, injected with a neural lace, would connect with one another by telepathy and almost instantaneously share vast architectures of knowledge and theory that once would have taken years for one person to teach another.

I said a long time ago that Foursquare can make cities better. You have these augmented realities like Foursquare and Twitter and Facebook that provide these virtual nodes and instant feedback from anywhere, adding annotation around a physical places.

All signs point to there being many virtual and augmented reality competitors, and not just a single, dominant company.

Virtual reality and augmented reality will change the way we shop.

Augmented and virtual reality technologies are the future of smart construction and we are just starting to see the possibilities.

Well, the future of the Internet is... Reality.

Then there was Asshole Research Transport. ART's official designation was deep space research vessel. At various points in our relationship, ART had threatened to kill me, watched my favorite shows with me, given me a body configuration change, provided excellent tactical support, talked me into pretending to be an augmented human security consultant, saved my clients' lives, and had cleaned up after me when I had to murder some humans. (They were bad humans.)

I had also been hit by at least four different recognition scans. These scans are usually searching for known humans or augmented humans that the station security is keeping tabs on, not random escaped SecUnits. (Random escaped SecUnits is not nearly as prevalent a problem as the entertainment feed would have you believe.)

I hate it when humans and augmented humans ruin things for no reason. Maybe because I was a thing before I was a person and if I'm not careful I could be a thing again.)

The thing that surprised me is that nobody stared at us. Nobody even gave us a second look. The uniform, the pants, the long-sleeved T-shirt and jacket, covered all my inorganic parts. If they noticed the dataport in the back of my neck they must have thought I was an augmented human. We were just three more people making our way down the ring. It hit me that I was just as anonymous in a crowd of humans who didn't know each other as I was in my armor, in a group of other SecUnits.

humans and augmented humans can't sign away their rights to their labor or bodily autonomy in perpetuity; that's like, straight-up illegal.)

By the 19th century, a stereotyped lexicon of alterity had come into being that included twisting, melismatic melodic lines and non-standard scales often featuring augmented seconds: