Keep your body together for good

Romans 6:11 In the same way, count yourselves dead to sin but alive to God in Christ Jesus. 12 Therefore do not let sin reign in your mortal body so that you obey its evil desires. 13 Do not offer any part of yourself to sin as an instrument of wickedness, but rather offer yourselves to God as those who have been brought from death to life; and offer every part of yourself to him as an instrument of righteousness. 14 For sin shall no longer be your master, because you are not under the law, but under grace. — Rodney tried to rub his eyes to get the room to come into focus, but it felt like the grasp of the grave itself was holding them firmly in place, its fingers seeping his energy from him. After spinning around like a roulette wheel for some time, the room started to make some sense. Tubes ran from beakers to tubes, and arcs of electricity climbed up two metal rods in the shape of a V, crackling. Jars of hands, eyes, feet, and other body parts lined the walls. “Awake are we?” Rodney turned his head to see a man standing behind a table covered in well used surgical tools. The flickering lights glinted off the razor sharp edges. “What do you want with me?” “Oh, not much, but the real question is, what do you want?” “I want out of here!” “Of course. But hear me out. I can give you almost anything. Pleasure, wealth, power. All I ask is for one piece of you.” A hand floating in one of the jars tapped the glass, then waved at Rodney. “I need my hand!” “Well now, of course. I won’t take it from you until you’ve moved on. I will just ask for you to use it to do things for me while you still have it.” Rodney flexed his left hand, craving to itch the thick stubble on his face. “What kinds of things?” “Oh, this and that. Grab a little something I might need to send my way, things like that.” Another hand pointed and fired off a finger gun. Two hands in adjacent jars mimicked choaking someone. A few of the other body parts did something obscene. “Just let me use part of you now and you can have anything you want!” Rodney pulled on he bonds again. “No!” The bond. Came undone at his resistance. He looked at his hand. It held the pack of Mach 5 razors near his coat pocket. He put them back on he shelf. He dug in his pockets, counted out a little over a dollar, and then grabbed the buck bag of Bics off the shelf and made his way to the check out stand.

Sanctifed cybernetics

Leviticus 20:7-8 7 Consecrate yourselves, therefore, and be holy, for I am the Lord your God. 8 Keep my statutes and do them; I am the Lord who sanctifies you. — Professor Whittleby examined the tiny cyborgs that roamed in the terrarium. Each of them had an instruction set, but they also had the option to try and determine another method to deal with the dangers that were cohabitated in the terrarium. Daily the cyborgs would face small animals or geological hazard that Whittleby placed in the cyborgs world. Each time the cyborgs encountered one, they would follow the instruction set they had been given, or they would use a decision matrix to take an alternate route to the problem, using experience or randomized bias included in the cyborg’s brain. Whittleby carefully crafted the encounters and hazards to be solved best with his instructions, but this might not be obvious to the cyborgs, who could assess the situation with various viewpoints and memories, weather installed or learned after activation. Whittleby tracked how the cyborgs responded. Some nearly always followed the instructions but to a programed inclination to do so, while many choose their own solutions, sometimes with disasterous results. More interesting were the ones that seemed to learn that even if they came up with what they thought was a better solution, past experience taught them that following the instruction set would lead to a better result, even if the Cyborg couldn’t see it in advance. It was almost if they had a kind of faith that it would always be right. These cyborgs were the most prized by Whittleby and were the ones that eventually were moved onto the next stage of testing.

Punny stories: Careful Shopper

Heather scrolled through the list. They all matched the parameters she selected in the search options, but there were many other factors to be examined before choosing one.
Some were too tall or too wide. One had the right size, but obviously slow in processing speed. Another looked beautiful, just geared for work only. Eventually she found one just a bit taller than herself and he wanted kids. His name was William. She filled out the forms and sent the money to the mail order husbands site. She needed time to prepare, so she checked the ‘Bill me later’ option.