Jumpsuits & Teleporters
Whitney Dail was born in Alexandria, VA to a Naval aviator and an artist-entrepreneur, and was raised in Annapolis, MD. For five years, Whitney worked as a graphic designer in the comic book industry but returned to school in 2009 to pursue a better-suited Master's degree in Arts Administration. She is currently in the process of writing and researching her thesis on expanding art, science, and technology interactions in U.S. cultural institutions.
Credit: Image by Jonathan Yoerger.
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Artificiality
Cavil:: In all your travels have you ever seen a star supernova?
Ellen:: No.
Cavil:: No. Well I have. I saw a star explode and send out the building blocks of the universe. Other stars, other planets and, eventually other life. A supernova. Creation itself. I was there. I wanted to see it. And be part of the moment. And you know how I perceived one of the most glorious events in the universe? With these ridiculous gelatinous orbs in my skull. With eyes designed to perceive only a tiny fraction of the EM spectrum. With ears designed only to hear vibrations in the air.
Ellen:: The five of us designed you to be as human as possible.
Cavil:: I don’t want to be human! I want to see gamma rays! I want to hear x-rays, and I want to smell dark matter. Do you see the absurdity of what I am? I can’t even express these things propery because I have to conceptualize complex ideas in this stupid limiting spoken language. But I know I want to reach out with something other than these prehensile paws, and feel the solar wind of a supernova flowing over me. I’m a machine, and I can know much more. I could experience so much more, but I’m trapped in this absurd body and why? Because my five creators thought that God wanted it that way.
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