|Change The Blueprint
||[Jul. 21st, 2005|10:01 am]
The human body is in urgent need of a re-design.|
I mean, basically, it's the same monkey body we had when we first traipsed out of the woods and onto the savannahs.
It's built to last about 25 years. After which time it starts going wrong. We've quadrupled our life expectancy, but without upgrading the vehicle. And so we spend three quarters of our life-span in a body that's performing well below its best. How stupid is that?
We accept that an athlete is past it by thirty. How abject!
And it's so fragile. Why settle for skin and bone when you could have titanium?
That's the one unanswerable point.
But science is wonderful. Surely someone will eventually come up with cuddly titanium.
Easy enough--if one is clever enough to make a titanium body, then surely one would also be clever enough to wire the brain to think it was feeling flesh.
OTOH, there is something--troubling about flesh, anyway.
There's something to be said for being a ghost.
But maybe we will develop new modes of sensuality. We will respond to sleekness, coldness, shine.
I just want us to get a move on. Progress is so slow.
Let us hope for reincarnation in the far future, then.
I still wonder if those big-eyed aliens are us from many eons hence, coming back to see the silly protohumans.
If that is the case, then we will have psychic brain-power but incredibly flimsy bodies.
Those big eyes are probably so they can see in the dim light of our dying star.
And no wings.
But: what if we got to reincarnate on other planets?
I wish we could have some input (this all, of course, implies a panel of judges in heaven or limbo, doesn't it?)--I would ask for a planet where we are light as feathers and float around. No cars or airplanes.
I read somewhere that the reason we humans like the look of trees and meadows best (as determined by tests) is because it's in our genes--the earliest humans loved being safe in forests and able to enjoy the grasses as well. So I would like a planet with emerald green grass and emerald green and golden forests, and a deep blue Technicolor sky.
And NO PREDATORS, including me.
I think the big-eyed aliens may well be our children's children.
They've perfected time travel- and so of course they've come back to have a look.
It's good to know that the gene for curiosity isn't going to die out.
Tony, we're hearing breaking news right this minute about smoke coming out of three London train stations. Oh, no.
Initial reports suggest that these incidents may be nothing very much, but we'll see. We've got the TV on.
Yes, it appears to be much less than before.
It is only a matter of time before such incidents come to us as well.
I'm sorry. Such a dreadful thing.
P.S. they're saying these were dummy bombs- detonators but no explosive. What is going on?