What do you have to offer the world.
Besides another body with a mouth to feed.
A couple million resources you'll need.
a portion of our oxygen to breathe.
who knows how much energy you'll bleed.
alright I'm bringing out the big guns...here is some past writings...i mean WRITINGS as in...fucking long ass essays:
Please keep in mind, spelling, grammar, fucking everything about this is choppy. The content is interesting if you can make it through. GOOD luck. ha ha
Not many could have predicted that a species would take their rightful place in front of the line and on the top of the pyramid. Sure there were many novels written and sci-fi action thrillers produced based on the idea of another notch in the food chain. But most of them lacked depth and a realistic understanding of how Mother Nature works. I’m sure the idea of an alien species coming to this planet and taking over sounds quite natural to the human ego, but isn’t it more logical that if another species could in fact travel from planet to planet they would look for one that hasn’t already been damaged.
However, keeping the ego in mind and manifesting the idea, that the machines we created replaced us wasn’t too far from the truth. Yet, we forgot the simple fact that living organisms cannot arise from nonliving material. In other words, a robot could only be programmed and didn’t have a mind or a soul, only a hard drive, which functioned much, like the brain. Except it lacked individualism, creativity, and many other things that put man on top of the other animals.
It was Ivan Wright who kept in mind the idea that the human body functions much like the machines and vehicles that we created. He also was quite aware, being in a wheel chair, that age, nature, weather and our own actions wore and tore on our soft skin and breakable bones. The machines we created on the other hand could be bullet proof, excel in speeds faster than any animal, on land, water, and even in the air. And when they wore down, we could upgrade them, fix them and expand their life. With this in mind, it wasn’t hard for Ivan to find solutions. His own limitations of movement, being crippled and in a wheel chair gave him great motivation. The state of the world entering into the year 2000 was already facing population issues along with incurable diseases that emerged left and right making it easy for him to find support and funding. As for morality, it wasn’t an issue because his work was “TOP SECRET,” and when it appeared on the scene of the public it was already too late to be stopped.
Project Speaking Lilies slipped right under the radar of the public’s vision and appeared behind each individual opening their throats wide and forcing it’s agenda down. Naturally a majority of the public ate it up and by the time they felt its toxins in their stomach it was too late to regurgitate. Ivan Wright, the once crippled man, not only had the power to stand, walk and run but he could fly. He was a very clever man and made sure to have many others undergo the procedure along with him before it became public.
“Imagine a world, that no longer has the issues of overpopulation, imagine a world without old age. The darkness of yesterday left a crippled man sitting or laying awaiting his death. Today, We have given that man more than any man has ever had before. All of you today are witnessing evolution as it unfolds. Man is no longer the dominant species on the planet, we are.”
Something about the speech triggered a lot of uncontrollable emotions that could only result in disaster. It is said that we all resist change, but I don’t think there has ever been more of a resistance than the one that has emerged from this day forward. All people of different beliefs, societies, and ethics began joining together to fight. However, like the struggling Indians fighting to keep their land, slowly man was pushed aside and into “reservations.” Only a few risked their lives fighting for what they believed in and they were forced to live like shadows. This new dominant species was growing; every person who could afford the operation was welcomed. The separation of social classes was never so far apart as it was now. The rich as always were able to keep up with technology’s advancements, as for the poor they remained human or their new vessel was equivalent to an old beat up rusted down ford trying to race against an Aston martin.
A lot of people emerged trying to gain credit for their wonderful predictions of “robots taking over.” However, they failed to realize this new species was not a robot. No, they were more human than anything was. However, not all got down on their news in the light of this new species.
A man by the alias of Wolf ran a nuclear energy gang, a technique mastered by a man named Pheter, who realized that anything with the potential of mass destruction must have key components to creation. Now Wolf’s project wasn’t the most popular and lacked funding. Although, he wasn’t able to manifest a new species with his inventions, he did find a way to counter Wright’s new species. It wasn’t until recently that he found himself teaming up with a shaman by the alias of Bear. Bear didn’t believe in machinery at all. He was more concerned about the soul and he had a tribe of warriors who followed his every movement.
I just want to listen to music through the headphones of the globe, I'll mix their screams with the cries of laughter. I'll cross over from obese greed and drown it in tragedy. I'll take one shot to a building and ignore the millions of bombs we drop to compensate for our more expensive lives. I'll bask in the glory of being able to eat the African families weight, malnourished and all. I'll parade around in clothes I don't need, expelling exhaust. "everything i could say would feed into insignificance"
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