They’ll Get You and Your Little Brain Too

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Last Summer I was listening to a news story on the radio about the grand and glorious day when human and machines will be one.

The Computer Guy telling this story sounded like a Minister at one of those Tent Revival meetings that they air TV either really late at night or super early in the morning He was preaching fire and brimstone and all the bad things that will happen to those who don’t ‘walk the path’

The world was an imperfect place and this man wanted to ‘improve it’ before it was to late.

Okay, I made that part up- but the thing of it is this Computer Guy intrigued me because the only other people I’ve seen who are that afraid of the world  live in cabins out in the woods where there are no roads or sewer systems and their little babies wear camouflage sleepers and  they have bomb-shelters in their backyards.

They don’t think the world could end- they think it SHOULD end.

Of course after it ends there’s a plan…there’s always a plan.

And guess who has it?

Computer Guy says that one day they’ll be able to implant a chip in your head and that they can load programs right into it- you’ll never have to go to school and learn to be a Teacher or a Carpenter – or an Accountant.

You’ll just be ‘written’.

So how do you ‘write’ a brain to create a Count Dracula or Dr. Phibes? How do you program it to accept and develop ideas like those little wind-up toys that everyone has at their desks at school or work?

Who the hell will be programmed to design Pez Guns?

That’s what I thought- there is no plan for that sort of person to be ‘brought forward.’

I hope Computer Guy turns into ” I think I better Shut My Mouth Guy ” before he ‘deletes’ the people who make the world an interesting place to live in.

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5 thoughts on “They’ll Get You and Your Little Brain Too

  1. Don’t worry, Anita Marie, if they open up your head to put a chip in there, the things that are in your head will stick hatpins in their eyes.

    I got my chip in Roswell; I drank it in a glass of Alien Beer.

  2. Mari…the Hatpin The Hatpin…it’s following me arrrghhhh! And Alien Beer? I could be tempted away from my wine cooler for that.

    And Jane…it can take take all the Cake it wants as long as it leaves my brain in my skull

    amm

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