Unusual Request

This morning was destined to be out of the ordinary from the moment I opened my eyes. I felt tainted by the minuscule ridicule of human nature, which One always gets when he thinks to change the state of the World; the last being impervious to change, and sharing contempt for the aspirations of men. I wondered at such a feeling so early in the morning, then I received this request, and understood I had only been forewarned by the Gods and Beasts through the Goddess of Derision.

The Request: What directions do I think Technology will take within the next Century?

I undertake such a Quest into the Darkness, knowing that the Gods possess knowledge of my ant-like nature, and realize I am only attempting to fill empty space with some Excitement for the children. I chose as my first venture, the freeing of Power transmission from the evil God of Landlines. Failure to achieve this Goal will lock Us eventually into Our villages, never to reappear until such time as We become used to riding horses again. I like horses, but I wish they liked me. The fact is We freed Communication from dastardly landlines, and We must free Power, for the simple purpose of movement. The dastardly demon who would damage the environment by this transmission must first be defeated.

The second line of development must be Genetic reconstruction. I once make a wholly inadequate estimate that Trees receive almost 9.25 times the solar energy they need for growth. Genetics must turn Trees into a solar generator, and One which can transfer solar energy to Collectors, which will concentrate and transmit Power for human use. I simply do not pick on Trees, thinking every form of Plant form need be adapted for such purpose. I envision whole fields of Corn which do not require conversion into ethanol, and where One can feed the Produce to humans and livestock. Does this sound like Science Fiction? Beam me up, Scotty, because once they laughed at my cherished Cellphone.

I am going to quit here, before they send the men in white coats to haul me away. I will only comment that One must open the Mind, to embrace all forms of idiocy, so One can discount that which needs a Washing machine. I hope this missive has properly propelled Great Thoughts amidst the Intellects of children, and dangerous Schizophrenics. lgl