I wonder if the alter "me" is doing better than I am.

Or any of the alter "me's" out there in the other dimensions. Think about it. There's probably over a million of "you's" out there. Some probably run a business or are movie stars. Others, on the run from the law or have already been executed. In some parallel universe there is another "me" taking calls or sacking groceries. He's stupid, like me. He's ugly, like me. He's just another person. I'm hoping that if you lumped all the "me's" together, I'd be batting par. I hope I'm not on the low end of the stick and all the other "me's" are success stories far beyond my own. I really wish I could see some of the other ones. I'd like to see myself take a bullet for the president. Maybe I'm a porn star in some dimension. Or, I'd like to see myself order a platoon to invade Chile over a toxic red sky as I battle for the coast. Of course, it would be nice to be a mastermind criminal. Not the one doing 2 to 10 for check fraud. Now, like I said, most are probably doing entry level jobs or are in a low management position but I can dream, can't I? errr, I should say all of the "me's" out there can dream, can't we?

...I've got this burning sensation...right...here.

I've got to be sick. Really. Thinking about it and surveying my surroundings as I write, I have electronic equipment not 2 feet from my face. Rays from a couple of monitors are bouncing off my cube walls and slamming me in the face. Not to mention all the cell phone calls, microwaves, wireless transmissions, etc. If we could see through "special" glasses all the waves being sent back and forth continuously, I think I wouldn't be the only nauseous. Now, radio has been around for quite some time and, yes, no one I think has been directly affected by it adversely..but...keep in mind that this is really the 3rd generation of radio. We are actually in the 2nd generation of TV and, yes, my generation is the 1st for video games. Overall, not a long time and science certainly may not have been observing social, genetic, and cultural mutations from this. Who can say that radio perhaps has mutated some gene which science will soon discover relates to allergic reaction. I have allergies. I listen to the radio. hmmmm. The talk and threat of 2nd hand smoke is not more than 5-7 years old. I can't tell you how many thick, fog-like bars I've been into. I've easily smoked a carton in my life just from the smoke. So, there you are...in your room...and you don't have a computer. You don' t have a cell. You're mutating nonetheless. My internet connection is bombarding you know as we speak. And that meaningless call I'm having with friends...? Those waves are going right through you. I'm all science in this post so I won't even touch the social, mental, and cultural ramifications of these new mediums. Genetic mutation. I'm just talking to you from one man to another. More like from one X-man to another. Until I can read your thoughts....see you.

-Arnold Friend

I could fix this world with a little Bisquick, Lysol, and some Duct Tape

In a heated debate last night, we were discussing the realm of technology and how it is encompassing the landscape of a God. Are we really on the verge of immortality? Are bio-engineered nanobots going to race through our bodies killing off germs and mutations, purifying and cleaning our bloodstream, enhancing our muscles, joints, and organs. Imagine a person who is 400 years old, fathering over 20 offspring and living a youthful existance with most of them. Death would be a great adventure only those most daring would take. I would be the most jaded, paranoid, evil person if I lived to be 200 let alone 400. We were never meant to exist forever like this.
Of course, in our argument, I had to "enlighten" them as to their downfall. We are not even a fraction of the way there to anything of what I would call my God's power. And I proved it. Here is my thinking:
Let's take a simple, often never used, example of God's power as used in the Bible. It is told that He knows the number of all the hairs in your head. At any given time. Okay, that's the power we'll use. Small, inocuous, overlooked, and seemingly frail. Who cares? Well, apparently God does or He wouldn't know it. To make things easier on Him, we'll take only living people. Dead need not apply and we don't care how many hairs are on your head and I'm sure you don't care either 'cause you're dead.
So, how could we do the same thing? Can we know the number of hairs on a human head? Every human's head? Hmmm.
1) We'd have to know the exact number of people on the planet at all times.
2) We'd have to know when they are born and when they died at any given time.
3) We'd have to be able to know exactly how many hairs are still living and connected to the skull and growing. Not the ones just hanging waiting to fall off.

Let's tackle this and raise a temple to ourselves shall we? Okay. We'd first need a worldwide number of "biological" satellites in lower orbits which continually monitor life signs for everyone. Capable of discovering new brain waves as well as heartbeats and comparing it to others, these satellites would continually monitor the existance of all human life. These satellites would send/receive information from towers located throughout the planet. The towers would, likewise, send and receive information from microscopic, air-travelling nanobots which we would digest when we breath. A large manufacturing plant in each continent continually produces these nanobots throughout the day and night, flooding our sky with them. Totally harmless, these nanobots would be inhaled in the human body. Once there, the task would be different for some but we'll focus on one particular unit. This unit would travel to the head and extract information. One would be folicules on the human skull. Numbering them and sending the information to other nanobots, the information would eventually travel back to the tower and then back to the satellite. Once there are recorded continuously, the information could be indexed by ethnic, location, age, weight,etc. Basically any way you like. That's it. All that just to count human hairs. How about if we wanted to have a camel crawl through the eye of a needle? That'll be another post.

You want some of this?

I read that poverty could be eliminated by 2025. It would require that everyone give just a little more. Well, a lot more. Think about it. No poverty and no wanting. It's more than a John Lennon song. Perhaps the best and most peaceful version of the future is Gene Roddenberry's Star Trek. Take away the Klingons, Romulans, and any hostile race and you would have an almost perfect utopian society. Do you think there is a grassroots society on the Enterprise? Probably not. I've always chosen the Gene Roddenberry mode of thinking in believing that humans help humans just for the sake of humanity. In his version of the future, every person is striving for perfection for the sake of knowledge and nothing more. Greed, power, and even money have been conquered themselves. We are one world. Now, I like to believe that it was his vision for that perfection and would probably be a boring story so, yep, you need conflict. Bring on the Klingons. In our world, and if we could incoporate Gene's future, we may still be alone in this universe however we would be together as one world. One race. "I have a dream." Hey, it was MLK day yesterday so I've got that unity feeling going on. Don't worry, it doesn't last long. In the end, I'd still want to plant a bullet in your brain.

And it was talent that saved them all

So, you think you have talent? I'm sure you do. We all do. Many anonymous people who have lived before you had talent and most went untapped throughout their lives. Now, we can blame all around us...the events that unfolded; the circumstances of the time; our burdens and responsibilities; even the weather...for not using or even discovering it. In the end, we have no one to blame. As I read this, I am discovering for myself that I am not a good writer. I think I once was but, like all gifts, it is fleeting and has strayed to another's fingers and thoughts. Perhaps it is my mindset that has changed. More defined by my place in life...a father, a husband. More bound to my current life...computers, 1 and 0's, logic in direction, etc. Am I a prisoner? Is my only knowledge of my prison the fact that I wrote something someday? I have no longer a desire for something greater than me. I should have never bitten into the apple.