It's all so narcissistic. I know there are other “robots” like me out there. Every once in a while the news throws around terms like ground-breaking and discovery linked to this whole controversial program. The latest hype is on DNA. They extract and study the DNA of some unit that's been signed over to science, then after some kind of life-altering event (like the loss of both arms and half your face due to being mauled by a gorilla, for example) they are trying to prove that the DNA changes, so that, theoretically, life evolves not only physically but emotionally. Sorry, no tabula rasa, John Locke. Some argue it is the reason why religions have stuck around: that it's been carved into our DNA to long for things like purpose and higher powers ever since the first person decided to replace the word chance with fate.
The
thing is, I have to write all this down for fear that the government
is not going to one day slam one of those life-altering events in my
way to make the chip worth while. What if I am part of the
psychological wing, the ones who go insane thinking about the fact
that there are others who can tap into their brain waves, the ones
who don't get married or produce offspring—or if they do, do it
only because they think that it
or they want them to,
the ones who wind up convoluted, hanging from their first cousin's
lead shank after spending a weekend at the farm?
It
would be denial to state that I am not one of them, teetering between
waiting for something extreme to happen and actually causing the
event myself. And there's always the chance the chip isn't working,
that I am performing a incessant dance and no one is watching.
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