So you decide to ask Facebook for your data record and once you have downloaded it you then decide to delete your account. You now have a couple hundred pages of data as your souvenir of your time spent on the network. What understanding can you get about your life from this data recuperated from Facebook? And who among us is capable of translating this data, electronic translations from our lives and societies, into any sort of meaning?
The funny thing about your body is how it should exist in the first place. And that, all things considered, it doesn’t fully belong to you. Your body is a biome. It is an environment home to a plethora of organisms, parasitic bacteria of huge quantities, the symbiotic and parasitic, as well as the largely indifferent: fifty percent of the DNA in your body is not even human DNA.
I’ve got implants on my mind today. Maybe it's due to the increase of electrical pulses that seem to be taking over my so-called body. Sometimes, I wonder if others experience this sensation in the same ways that I do. Could it be as a result of the technology that surrounds me? Or, perhaps it’s just that time of year again?
The count now stands at 3505. And, by the time you read this, it will probably be a lot higher...
Two decades ago, the fact that other planets existed beyond your, correction, our solar system was not known for sure. The perpetual discovery of exoplanets orbiting distant stars other than our own stalwart Sun is about to sprout.