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Are we on course to become cyborgs?

Original Post date: 8th Oct 2020

If that sounds like a headline from the National Enquirer, it’s not.

AI Illustration of a future human and machine cyborg

The industry that creates wearable tech has boomed over the last few years. Fitbits, for example, are no longer a luxury but an essential item for anyone keen to improve their health. 


For parents obliged to stand on the side-lines as their child practises their football skills—typically, early doors on a weekend morning—you can wear ‘smart’ clothes…hats, gloves and or fleeces/gilets with integral heating to keep you toasty.


Smartphones parade as fashion watches. Google Glass (smart glasses) allow you to scroll the internet whilst you walk. Gloves and suits exist that allow gaming enthusiasts to further absorb themselves into their games via virtual reality.


Think of the amputees with robot-like hands and legs – technology can go as far as an entire exoskeleton, almost like Robocop. According to the military, a technologically-enhanced skeleton-like frame that’s worn on the outside of the body would greatly improve someone’s prowess in combat. Apparently, the suit would make them stronger and more able to carry supplies from camp to camp; I presume it would also protect them from certain angles – should bullets hit their metal skeleton, they’d ping off in another direction, which means less chance of being wounded in gunfire.


All of these examples assume the user wears the technology on the outside of their body. For some people, however, they’re willing to go one step further. 


Old school 1950's style Robot in a American Cafe

A recent poll carried out by cybersecurity company Kaspersky, which interviewed members of the public across Europe, found that some of them would be willing to endure a ‘body upgrade’ or enhancement. This could be anything from microchips inserted under the skin that holds their financial information and identification details, to supplies of preventative ‘smart drugs’, that could help make an individual immune to cancer.


How much tech would we be prepared to insert into/onto our bodies before we become more machine than human? Are cyborgs really only found in science fiction books? 


The survey showed that almost two-thirds of those interviewed (63%) would be prepared to augment – or upgrade, as they prefer to see it - their bodies with technology. Our European cousins are also far keener than us Brits on the subject; only a quarter of British respondents entertained the idea.


Future style Cyborg

According to Marco Preuss, Kaspersky’s European Director of Global Research, fans of technological/physical upgrades are “keen to test the limits as to what’s possible.” But at what point would they consider stopping? Could someone actually stray into cyborg territory?


Bionic eyes are already a ‘thing’, used to treat optical issues and degeneration. As is the 3D printing of certain body parts, e.g. hearts, lungs and kidneys, using stem cell technology and the advancements in printing. Body parts now grown in labs include fully-functioning ears, bladders…and vaginas. 


Perhaps it’s easier to consider an artificial body part if your original one fails. And I can understand smart drugs in a world where cancer is as rife as it is. Inserting chips under my skin just in case I forget my car keys or bank card may be a step too far for me personally, particularly given that you…YOU, not your laptop or phone…could be hacked. 


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The Sweetest Symphony: Liverpool's 20th Crown in a Season for the Ages

The Sweetest Symphony: Liverpool's 20th Crown in a Season for the Ages

29 April 2025

Connor Banks

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the klop end of anfield stadium
the klop end of anfield stadium

On an evening stitched into the grand tapestry of Anfield history, Liverpool stood once more at the summit of English football. The night was more than just a coronation; it was a love letter, a requiem for the past and a triumphant overture for a future reborn.


This was not merely a title win. It was Liverpool’s 20th English championship — an exalted milestone that sees them stride shoulder-to-shoulder with their eternal rivals, Manchester United, atop the pantheon of the English game. For a club whose very identity is carved from history and pride, parity at last has the feeling of destiny fulfilled.


And how poignant, how achingly beautiful, that it came with their people. Five years ago, the pandemic had stolen from Liverpool the communal ecstasy of their first Premier League crown. In 2025, no such cruel fate intervened. Anfield throbbed, pulsed, sang as one; banners wept colour and song spilled into the Mersey air. This was a title cradled not in silence but lifted aloft on a chorus of hearts.


The final act was devastating in its certainty. Tottenham drew first blood, but Liverpool, stirred by history and driven by new dreams, responded with thunderous grace. Luis Díaz, Alexis Mac Allister, Cody Gakpo — each name a stanza in a poem of redemption. Mohamed Salah, king of this new court, crowned the evening not just with a goal, but with the burden and brilliance of his 28th of the season.


And who would have dared to script this? A new figurehead on the touchline, Arne Slot, in his maiden voyage across England's stormy seas, guiding Liverpool with poise and precision. In an age of dizzying transfer fees and fevered expectation, Slot’s side achieved immortality not through gaudy spending but through belief, unity, and a football so vivid it seared itself into the soul.


This was not victory born of money, but of memory — a triumph wrought from the relentless spirit that draped the Kop in scarves and song for generations. It was as if Shankly, Paisley, and Dalglish whispered from the shadows, urging them forward.


Come May 26th, Liverpool will parade their prize before a city that has waited not five years, but five decades for a night like this — a night when history does not weigh heavy, but dances light upon red shoulders.

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