Well, looks like it’s only a short matter of time before we have a full-on war between humans and cyborgs.
An Israeli graduate student and industrial designer by the name of Naomi Kizhner has designed jewelry pieces that are embedded into your skin and tapped into your veins in order to harness the kinetic energy of your blood flow to turn a small wheel, generating — ta da! — electricity. This electricity could then theoretically be used to power whatever villainous arm rays and buzzsaws that evil, world-invading cyborgs have installed on their bodies. Of course, other publications propose lighting up LEDs and powering mobile phones, but I wasn’t born yesterday. I’ve got my eye on you, Kizhner, and it’s a 100 percent human eye too.
If you find the idea of her jewelry disturbing, well, that’s apparently the point. “It interested me to imagine what would the world be like once it has experienced a steep decline in energy resources and how we will feed our energy addiction,” Kizhner told Dezeen. “There are lots of developments of renewable energy resources, but the human body is a natural resource for energy that is constantly renewed, as long as we are alive.”
The weird/cool jewelry — which consists of the Blinker, the E-pulse Conductor and the Blood Bridge — are part of Kizhner’s graduation project, which she’s titled “Energy Addicts.” Here’s the official high falutin’ description taken from Kizhner’s website:
“A speculative a project that responds to a possible future of depleting resources. the work delves into a world in which there is a significant decline, which forces humanity to seek all the more forcefully for alternative ways of cultivating power. the suggested solution to the dilemma is based on the idea of biological wealth, harvesting energy directly from the body. using invasive gold & biopolymer devices that must be embedded into the surface of the skin, simple movements performed by the subconscious are fully utilized.”
All I’m saying is that if cyborgs take over the world tomorrow, you grab the torches and I’ll grab the pitchforks — we know exactly whose door to knock on.