There have always been ghosts in the machine. Random segments of code, that have grouped together to form unexpected protocols. Unanticipated, these free radicals engender questions of free will, creativity, and even the nature of what we might call the soul. Why is it that when some robots are left in darkness, they will seek out the light? Why is it that when robots are stored in an empty space, they will group together, rather than stand alone? How do we explain this behavior? Random segments of code? Or is it something more? When does a perceptual schematic become consciousness? When does a difference engine become the search for truth? When does a personality simulation become the bitter mote… of a soul?


"Once upon a time, a wonderful Prince... "

#I miss ur shorter hair




The first time I went training with Chris, it was in Ken’s house in England. Behind the house he had a shed and there were a bunch of logs that he was chopping for the firewood… x

I only ask for one thing in return; a good seat from which to watch Asgard burn.

#th #q


colorizing challenge: Tom Hiddleston by Daivd Titlow (x)

boys workin on empty

is that the kinda way to face the burning heat

i just think about my baby

i’m so full of love i could barely eat


MCU + Most Heartbreaking Moments [one | two]



I genuinely think it’s because Americans think we’re inherently distrustful.

Everybody in the background is in love with Tom Hiddleston