posted on Dec, 4 2007 @ 02:50 PM
I've been concerned of late that we are
the fateful A.I. that we often collectively speculate might one day exist. Consider:
If the Universe is infinitely old, and species are ancient and technologically advanced, what might be the ceiling, if you will, on what a given
advanced species could create? Could the field of alien bio-mechanics have evolved over a few hundred-thousand years to produce what we call a human
being? I mean, just look how far humanity has come in a few thousand years of recorded scientific study. If ET had a contributing hand in our
development, then it likely sped things up, but it's still only been a relatively short evolutionary period, yet we have walking talking robots now,
and that's just what the consumer has been informed of.
How much more developed the accomplishments of an advanced race?
And why do we feel so trapped here on this beautiful earth? Not everyone, but those who do
feel it immensely, I perceive, and I would be
counted among this group. At night I'm often twinkle-counting in the sky, and sometimes find myself in a secret yearning for a ship to swoop in or a
wormhole to materialize and somehow whisk me away from here to a life of excitement and galactic grandeur.
I have so
had it with the corporate-Matrix version of society, now, it almost doesn't even matter if it's the Greys.
* but almost never counts!