Wouldn’t it be awesome
An idea for scifi - If we did not have to use the washroom. Screw teleportation for travel - micro-teleport straight from the lower intestine
Impossible
The price of an insignificant but impossible action like moving through space ten feet of where you should be would then one year off your life
- explore consequences
Setting Idea
Bent
The tumbled wood plank buildings hang off-center along lazy grids that grace the streets. Streets with palettes of yellow and that hint at green as if threatening to turn gray. The town called Bent is not as it would seem.
It is not anywhere that is seen by either you or me. It is forgotten and yet lingers in our memory. It is in the spaces that are in between you and the road to where you need to go. It is beautiful and sad. It is joyful and littered with the crimes and sins of every depraved act punishable under god or man. In the town called Bent the only prayer that you can rely upon is muted and trapped inside you and people around you.
For me, I stumbled upon this place on a dirt yellow prairie. Alone, tired and running after someone who I thought had just murdered someone - someone that I am not quite sure who...
Free Verse Story opening
I am a father and husband and I see no hope that I will be anything other. I have tried. I have tried so hard to keep up with my obligations. Not the obligations in the broader sense on why I should spend quality time with my children but rather that of respecting the trust my children place in me and the love that they and my wife extend tome. I want to die but I do not want to hurt those close to me.
I cannot explain what compels me to this decision. I feel nothing. I feel nothing on my own – no love, joy, grief, but the occasional sadness and anger. Life echoes off others and onto me. I am the unresponsive viewer to the world around me. Why anyone would love me… I cannot understand. What I suspect is that we all are just playing roles and which cheapens our existence that much more.
Failure. Incompetent
It has occurred to me that suicide is, ultimately, a selfish act. Yet, it is also a deeply personal and intimate decision. It seems rational then to my irrational mind to reconcile these two conflicting values. And the only way that I can conceive how to do this is to construct the circumstances by where no one cares if I live or die.
Herein in lays my plan for a dead man…
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Devolution of Humanity as an Evolution
Idea that as people become more physically integrated with technology that concepts of humanity change
Suicidal Genius and the Twitch
With genius comes a compulsion for suicide called the "twitch"
At first it was just a goal then a tool. It was a tool to achieve pure rational thought. The collective sickness of our time demanded a response; we did what we needed to do. If we take a wide enough perspective, it must have been worth the price. The first 1000 years were a challenge but we could not have expected the implants to serve a basis for an evolution; a revolution and challenge to our identity as a species within a mix of spontaneous psychosis and violence without boundary.
The first generation suffered immensely; we would rather not think of what they must have experienced. Death must have been a relief. It has been a long time since death ever offered us any solace. It’s not that we want to die; we just simply do not want to be any longer. We are the last generation.