I have more t-shirts than I know what to do with.
I'm finding this out as I begrudgingly prepare to move. Several of them were gifts and others I bought because I liked the art. Sometimes, albeit more rarely, I bought them for a statement. For example, I have one with a brain on it, depicted in prismatic technicolor and botryoidal shape but with electric cables dangling from the medulla oblongata. Yes, I get shirts for many reasons.
The one pictured above covers them all!
Look at the artwork. The owl rendered in sharp, angular strokes, simultaneously evoking and mocking corporate logos. The accompanying text does the same for "mission statements"...even though I happen to like this one. While it was not meant as such in the film, it does get at my personal view of transhumanism. If we can use technology to overcome our biological failings and thereby get more out of our human existence, then why not? (Aside: Did you see that the Voight-Kampff Test is a thing now? Sorta, anyway.)
But if you're an introvert like me, wearing such a shirt has drawbacks. Namely, there are people who will walk over to you asking "What does that say?" and then scrunch their faces, squint their eyes, and read the text aloud to you, attempting to comprehend it. Since I'm too polite (most of the time) to tell them to fuck the hell off and get their face away from my chest, there are usually follow up questions after that. Sure, it could be an opportunity to talk to people about transhumanism, but more often than not I just don't have the energy.
Even given that risk, I'm not sure I can resist this one.
I don't know. Once I get rid of my surplus shirts, I suppose there could be room for one more.
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