Created Monday 03 September 2018
Meeting something that we have simply not evolved to address. Moth to the flame; big herbivore to the new human hunters; trilobites to meteors, vulcanos, and those new shits without so many legs to molt.
We are not adapted to the stars (sher, opening sentence the campy "Everything is harder in space" [but maybe opening with a play on that of a guy who can't get it up]). What if we finds things we're not adapted to contact. (I mean, yeah, Sagan or whoever is right--we really shouldn't be poking around up there (it's pricey, hrad, and we might not like what we find) and we really should focus pretty seriously on the problems we have down here.
And that, of cousre, is the human condition (Zeigeist) in this story: The point isn't that we were poking around where we shouldn't be. I mean, that is not only part of what makes us human; it is also why we friggrin hit the System so hard, we temporarilly beat it. (Really, what other earthly wonder has done that? Even objectively, it seems we are the most wonderful.) The point is that we look out too much. We need to look in more. In is long term. Perspective. In is being good because you realize what you need to be kind to--here and there. In is painful. W' yeah. Knowing what you can't do hurts...um, nearly as much as dying of starvation in 50ยบ F weather because you thought you could make it across, but...um...you coudn't. Happened. Lots. Idiots.
And that is why we die out there. In space. Not because of what we found (oh! and what things we found!). But because we didn't understand ourselves well enough when we went out there.
Don't want to make this canonical, but II'm too lazy to make it anything more than this, but is the story someone writes a story.
- So, class, your writing assignment for the day is to write a science fiction story ... written by someone in the future. So, a sci fi's sci fi.
- In this one, there're some cute cockroaches. Sure, they go toward your shadow like all cockroaches (that's how it started), but they also give off this kind nice umai smell for those still transitioning into complete vegetarian diet for our species. And so they've become kinda snuggly and nice to have around. and feed.
I look at the keyboard. I'm old enough that I look where I'm writing. I write with my hands. I read with my eyes. (I guess they don't anymore. Read that is. Idiots.)
- One reason is that it's easier to execute commands (ctl-shf-left, cmd-x, ctl-right, blah blah blah. of commonly, ctl-left ctl-left right backspace-delete "i" "n", isntead of -ing)
Oh, and note that Africa is not our past; it is our future. Model the future into somethuing that can somehow (sigh) fit into Africa. whatever that is.
The humans capture a blattid early in the war. It starts giving unfertilized births and quickly dies, giving birth again. It evolves quickly back towards a humane type of blattid...