Of course I’ve got no idea how that works, but I guess there’s something particularly badass about dissolving the magical C60, otherwise any old carbon sprinkled on my sandwich would make me live forever, right?
Of course I’ve got no idea how that works, but I guess there’s something particularly badass about dissolving the magical C60, otherwise any old carbon sprinkled on my sandwich would make me live forever, right?
With sophisticated enough models, I suppose we could wake up and review that moment of unconscious inspiration we can only vaguely recall by mid-morning. And put it up on YouTube.
I mean come on – this is hilarious! Olympics? Fire? Prometheus? Will iCub’s descendants still believe in us thousands of years from now?
Let’s say you are in some serious trouble. You need some heavy altruistic help of a very selfless nature. Who would you want to decide your fate? The “purer” Bronze Age human from 5000 years ago? Or the hyper-augmented cyborg from 2061?