Hear/Say

My dreams host a structure of feeling consisting of self-doubt, passive actions, mounting fear, and reactions toward eerie scenery. Never have I feasted. Perhaps my subconscious is aware of my indulgent appetite and does not wish to push the limits on that particular plane of pleasure.

On the topic of fantasies, I will be very depressed to not live to witness the birth of teleportation. While I do enjoy my walks, it would be amazing to be able to skip the rain and wind and sludgey misery of damp, dank weather just to visit my few friends.

Now that I think about it, the implications of such technology might also include the indirect discouragement of physical welfare in exchange for convenience, i.e. e-commerce: will the obese get even fatter because of wi fi on the couch? Then again, we must also consider the details of the technology itself. If it is like any sort of “faxing” process (like in Michael Crichton’s Timeline), maybe the bandwidth/ amount of matter “teleported” will be taken into account. As if the bigger the person, the bigger the “upload” into cosmic space, the longer and riskier the process.

It would also be amusing (assuming this upload/download idea were technologically relevant for teleportation) to see the transfer of adware, perhaps a coy ‘Viagra’ tattoo appearing on your lower pelvis where it wasn’t before the miraculous leap in space and time. Other viruses might also be serious and alarming, but then again we would have bigger problems if any old information could find itself manifested into flesh and blood on the gravity of a physical plane. Cyborg outlaws, for example, or amoral entities programmed for any purpose whatsoever. The one comfort we might allow ourselves would be that their creation must be able to exist in our physical realm governed by our rules and science… So, no evil giant sacs of amoeba will be raping me in the near future.

This has been a giant thought bubble.