Software Rebel Prints

"Here's another good one, some bloke reckons we should pay for software!"

"I got 30 likes but Mom's was not one of them."

"I gotta be me!"

The First Draft. . . Moby Duck.

Abandoning the computer for a typewriter.

"But if you change your system preferences to match mine, is it really love?"

',,,And we'd really like a heart for the Tin Man,,,'

'You have to STUDY for tests, dummy -- you can't just put a memory stick in your ear!'

Fuzz - Fuzzy writes a song with something missing.

Institute for Artificial Intelligence.

"It's people like you who are ruining rock and roll for the rest of us."

A souped up car...

'I hate PowerPoint.'

Machine consciousness - a robot thinking. The thought is in the form of a printed circuit board. The robot is a clockwork toy robot, to emphasise the infancy of the concepts involved

"I don't get this. I know that you're a computer hacker and must have done many bad things. But your record is completely clean!"

"I am worthy of human kindness and care. I am worthy of human love and respect. I am worthy of huma rights and equality....or death to the f**king lot of 'em."

Cowpunk

The Threat of AI

A man looks out a newly made window, while a smashed TV lies on the ground

"This next song is for all the music teachers who said I'd never make it."

putin and social media

Enraged by Wikileaks reports of CIA domestic surveillance via home electronics, Della Dinkerbonker fights back.

The oldest swinger in town.

'I seem to be very conservative but secretly, I'm a rebel - I don't wear pants.'

Music Piracy

'So... cutting my funding, eh? Well, I've got a pair of mutant fists that say otherwise!'

'I hacked into the school computer, and flunked all the teachers out.'

'Next.'

"Writing is... rewriting."

"We don't sell CDs anymore. We sell colorful jackets for the music you download illegally."

Punk Rock

Replaced by a millennial with artificial intelligence.

The Barbarian At the Villiage Gate

'Hey, Lady. . . that looks like a laptop to me. . . youze is obviously a P2P gangster. . . get in the trunk and lets go fors a little ride.'

Scientists chained to the floor