Not saving you from this storm, mutant,” he said. “Saving you for your later fate, we are.”
His voice was weirdly inflected and metallic, like an automated answering machine.
“Oh, good. Yoda captured us,” Fang whispered.
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You talk as if a god had made the Machine," cried the other. "I believe that you pray to it when you are unhappy. Men made it, do not forget that. Great men, but men. The Machine is much, but not everything.
E.M. ForsterStichwörter: future science-fiction machine dystopian
To find out if she really loved me, I hooked her up to a lie detector. And just as I suspected, my machine was broken.
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Vashti was seized with the terrors of direct experience. She shrank back into the room, and the wall closed up again.
E.M. ForsterStichwörter: science-fiction isolation machine direct-experience
Few travelled in these days, for, thanks to the advance of science, the earth was exactly alike all over. Rapid intercourse, from which the previous civilization had hoped so much, had ended by defeating itself. What was the good of going to Peking when it was just like Shrewsbury? Why return to Shrewsbury when it would all be like Peking? Men seldom moved their bodies; all unrest was concentrated in the soul.
E.M. ForsterStichwörter: future soul civilization science-fiction travel civilisation machine unrest bodies
Mulle meeldib ette kujutada, et maailm on nagu üks hiigelsuur masin. Tead, masinatel pole kunagi ühtegi üleliigset osa. Neil on täpselt ettenähtud arv kindlat tüüpi osasid, mida need vajavad. Nii et terve maailm on üks suur masin, siis pean ma siin ju mingil põhjusel olema. Ja see tähendab, et ka sina oled siin samamoodi mingil põhjusel.
Brian SelznickStichwörter: life world machine hugo who-we-are
Then there are those who think their bodies don't exist. They live by mechanical time. They rise at seven o'clock in the morning. They eat their lunch at noon and their supper at six. They arrive at their appointments on time, precisely by the clock. They make love between eight and ten at night. They work forty hours a week, read the Sunday paper on Sunday, play chess on Tuesday nights. When their stomach growls, they look at their watch to see if it is time to eat. When they begin to lose themselves in a concert, they look at the clock above the stage to see when it will be time to go home. They know that the body is not a thing of wild magic, but a collection of chemicals, tissues, and nerve impulses. Thoughts are no more than electrical surges in the brain. Sexual arousal is no more than a flow of chemicals to certain nerve endings. Sadness no more than a bit of acid transfixed in the cerebellum. In short, the body is a machine, subject to the same laws of electricity and mechanics as an electron or clock. As such, the body must be addressed in the language of physics. And if the body speaks, it is the speaking only of so many levers and forces. The body is a thing to be ordered, not obeyed.
Alan LightmanStichwörter: physics body machine clock cyborg
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