Post by rockefeller on Jul 14, 2019 15:37:26 GMT
Last year Rockofages' optometrist told him his eyes are, with the installation of their new intraocular lenses and subsequent laser cleanups, now "fully bionic." He also has some "trail rated" body armor on wheels that'll go maybe 160 mph. That's right, full vehicular prosthetic. Oh yeah, and his teeth are mostly whatever composite resins they now use to fill new caries and replace the old rust-resistant, silver amalgam fillings of yesteryear. Even without a lot of googling around, Rocks is pretty sure the materials they use to replace hips and knees and make prostheses and whatnot with are fairly corrosion resistant. Blood is saltwater, after all.
But hey, if science fiction were scientific it'd be mostly just boring math interspersed with a lot of egghead terminology. So Rocks was a little disappointed to see that in this near future there's still no fixing or replacing of the brain. Maybe in another decade? But that's not why he's voting it down. He's saying nyet here because the story, as in the plot, as in the stuff that happens, seemed too thin a broth in which to float this fairly credible, somewhat dystopian world. That's right, the rich still get way better stuff than the poor. As Gomer Pyle liked to say: "Surprise! Surprise! Surprise!"
There's a brothel in Toronto today where guys can get hand jobs and whatnot from very authentic looking and agreeable dolls. And if you aren't into rentals (which Rocks kind of isn't) brand new, gorgeous AI sex-bots are available in the 20K range. Less salaciously, robots already assist and even perform many high-risk transplants and excisions. So that surgeon's seven fingered hand, though cool, was probably unnecessary. A lot of this cap, like the rust itself, struck Rocks as an admixture of the old and new. All of which would've been okay, even artistic, but for its, slight sentimentality and somewhat convenient progressions from point A to point B (i.e., Edmonton). And, sorry Gomer, no surprises. Well... one surprise. Rocks was surprised they could "wake up" Genevieve's daughter Magdalene after a "serious stroke" so that she could coherently express her will not to continue and wrap up their affairs.
In short, a reasonably intelligent and interesting look at humanity's quest for immortality via technological self replacement, but that waxes just a bit too melodramatic for Rocks' hard-heartedness and progresses just a bit too predictably and glacially for his shriveling brain and uncorrectable attention span.
But, that said, he's seen far worse in better venues, and wishes this VC only the best.