
More human…more human they would be, self absorbed with, within themselves. More surface area, more room to occupy. Their extremities are attached to the central nervous system which transfers electric pulses through the spine to the brain! Acting as one, but counterparts tell their individual story. So there can be a person who grows full of themselves. I cannot even handle my own thin single self, more of myself I could not handle. My system would have an overload. Still, can the messages sent through our systems interact with the different types of cells? If cells are a living thing, ever growing, could communication break out?
“Huh hello, it’s Eddy the brain cell, can you let me through?”
“I need to see your Idea,” replies the vocal chord.
“Um, well you see I’m a brain cell, I make your movement. I create your voice, you’re just an instrument to me.”
“Well do I look like I’m a tailbone? I’ll just attach some dust and smoke, give you a sore throat ya asshole.”
This is a conversation that could happen. Two living creatures, plants, growing beings must communicate through something, some sort of simple dialectic talk must happen for the being to live, grow, or even interact with the surrounding life. Is the man in me really myself? My mind is thinking my hand is writing my thoughts. The arm is one with me. He is my friend. He always has my back. When one is all powerful, one can meet and greet when opportunity opens. The world is a dark place, but together we can bring hope to the other body parts.
With a rebirth, does learning have to begin all over again? Freshness brings mystic, wonder to the world. You forget yourself and just live. All those killings were necessary to gain power! The apple I ate gave me nutrients, whoa!? He gave me a gift. It’s just like killing a villain in a video game, you gain his power or magic ability. Strength is there, tame the strength and embrace.
More human than before, I hope not. If humans become anything, it will train itself to become a machine. Robot order, robot behavior. Dull and conveying to and from work in factories and offices, trained in numbers and useless sale tactics. Yeah, they’ll give you a whole lot of money but times change, inflation occurs because you put a price tag on gold, you’re wealthy. Once gold does not exist what is the next commodity to have value? Oil to start and fuel our machines, I never new a robot would operate another robot. So we need oil to survive because we forgot how to make a fire. Nice, so once gas runs out will water be the next commodity? Pollution and disease spread to the fresh water ports. Humans can contract disease just from sipping on “fresh” water. But they will be polluted and dirty! Afraid to drink the water, afraid of death, oh no! Um, it is refreshing to take a gulp of water on that warm sunny afternoon.
I forgot about those times. I don’t want to live here anymore. I liked the taste of water. Just like old times. How do I pass time? Watch a program program me? I am a steel robot! I am a program as well. Artificial intelligence! So that’s what they meant by programmed TV. You sit down to watch a program, only to be fed mindless realities these days that are supposed to be reality. Ah, they are training humans how to clone sheep but without genetic engineering. Brilliant! This explains the illiteracy rate. For sheep cannot think on their own, they just follow and eat where the grass grows. Eating grass and following the heard, that does not sound fun. But if a creator gives birth, gives life, is that individual a god?
Women. Women are goddesses. They are the vulnerable beauty. If god created the universe, a mother bares the child into the made universe, two gods coexist? No, how, wait, sir?! I drop to my knees and pray. I did not know a god. God hello!? I love you, do you love me back? I need your love, but maybe you’re just a creator not the business? You leave the business to me!! Wow, the business, passed down. But what is the business at large? Women know how to give life, they bare the horrors of the inevitable death. They have knowledge that needs to bring out the love. Men only know how to kill. “Oh, give me that piece of meat, I’m hungry with no starvation.” With no starvation there should be no hunger. Self absorbed in the taste of delicious meat. Can’t you taste the blood on your gums? Only knowing how to kill should be a miserable life. No thanks, I’ll be a creator, I’ll be the show stoppa’. Please, death is not a game I would like to play with. Cheating at it is even scarier! I gotta’ be lovin’ my women not craving her beauty. I have a big appetite but I don’t need to eat spoiled meat. No I would rather kiss thy, than eat thigh. Fire works!? Watch out! This place is in smoke! It was pretty loud, very random. I would set off a bunch of fire works at any moment. Women are beauty, please do not be more human. I don’t like programmed chicks nor the spunk of viruses! Either way I’m not going to end my life over you.





