Sunday, July 2, 2017

The Hospital Visit

A man sat slumped against the wall, head in his hands.
He spoke quietly, more to himself, than anyone nearby- "I was a good man, wasn't I? I was a good man!"

Next to him, in the hall, a nurse stood, glowing pure white eyes. Skin white, unnaturally so, with darker lines breaking it up, showing where the pieces of artificial skin joined together. Inside it's head, a mechanical mind, whirring away. A copy of a great nurse from long ago, altered to be what they would considered, "the perfect nurse."
It spoke - "You ARE a good man."

The man looked up quickly from his hands, tears clearly on his face, a face of sorrow, mixed with worry, and fear - "But WAS I a good man," he then pointed to the door behind him, hand slightly shaking - "Was I a good man" he said, voice starting to break.

- 10 minutes earlier -

The man walked into the hospital room, machines gently beeping, and an old man, in his late 80s or 90s lay in the bed, eyes closed. His face one of forced peace, with a gentle smile, and relaxed brow, that frequently was disturbed by some internal discomfort. The visitor approached the bed, and knelt down beside him.
The old man's eyes popped open suddenly, and he looked at the visitor.

Old Man: "It worked?"
He asked, in a calm voice

Visitor: "It worked."
Said the visitor, equally as calm, and somber

Old Man: "The OCD?"
He questioned, with slightly greater energy

Visitor: "Reduced by 90%"
As he formed a gentle smile

Old Man: "& the eyes?"
Now with some excitement in his voice- but with his own eyes clearly out of focus, unable to focus directly at the visitor.

Visitor: "Got them, their working right now"
The visitor said, still calmly smiling, with his black eyes, with white, slightly teal tinted irises, glowing"

Old Man: "It all went to plan?"

Visitor: "Everything seems to be in order, I feel-" there was a pause "Like, myself"

They both laughed quietly, but the man quickly started coughing, and became silent.

Old Man: "Pray for me."
The old man said, eyes closed, clearly in increased discomfort.

The visitor lowered his head, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and resting his thumbs against the bridge of his nose, began to pray.
Visitor: "Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed by thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day, our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those, who trespassed against us- and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, now"

There was a long pause.

Visitor: "and at the hour, of *our* death."

There was a different, gentle beep, from the machines, the old man had passed. No one would try to resuscitate him, to restart his breathing, this was his wish.

The visitor looked upwards, and closed his eyes. "God, please forgive me for my sins. I know I have not lived a perfect life, but please, forgive me." a pause "Please accepted me into heaven, please HAVE accepted me into heaven!"
As he thought the last part, of this personal plee to God, he began to cry, turned from the bed and left the room.

As he slumped down against the wall outside, a priest quickly approached.
The priest, having reached the door, looked over at a the nurse quickly approaching, before looking down on man against the wall. The priests face showed some simblance of sorrow, but also, of contempt.

As the priest vanished into the hospital room, clearly late for the Old Man's last rights, the visitor thought.
"The priest should have been there- no one should die alone."

Thursday, April 13, 2017

With the EPA being picked at, and more environment un-friendly policies drifting forward, I feel, this must be said.

YES! Destroy our Earth! YES! 
Leave nothing for the ourselves in old age, nothing for our children, and absolutely nothing for theirs! YES!
Burn it all, watch as the skies turn grey with pollution again, and our children suffocate in their cribs! YES!
Rejoice, Rejoice, for we are now truly God's of our earth, and we chose to destroy it, we chose to burn the Garden of Eden, instead of care for it!
We shall cover our mouths, eyes, and ears, as our ancestors once covered their bodies! For these are the things we shall see as unacceptable!
Rejoice, for the age of enlightenment has ended, and the age of Joy has begun!
We shall revel in our suffering! For it is what we knowingly bring, and no one would ever bring forth that, which they do not want, so rejoice!
Rejoice in the end, of all things!

Thursday, January 5, 2017

A future without work

We are coming up to a point in history where machines will be able to do everything, & I'm not just talking about manual labor, but literally everything.
This is a horrifying prospect to many, even most, but it has the opportunity to set us free to actually enjoy our lives. Many in America have subscribed to the idea, that you "Live, to Work" - but some, like the French, seem to remember, we are not machines, they "Work to Live."
Of course, without any more Work, what do you do? Simply "Live to Live?" Is this such a bad thing? How would you gain wealth, items, trinkets, your possessions. In such a world, would you find yourself stagnant. Never growing, always slowly withering away, bit by bit?
The truth is, that, as I said earlier, follow the French. Think of this as an opportunity, to Live. Without work, suddenly this doesn't mean you can't Live any more, this means you are free to Live more. Yes- there are serious issues created, but maybe it's time to look inwards again, and realize physical goods, wealth, and all of those trinkets we put so much faith in, are not what matters. Maybe it's free time, time to spend with the ones we love, doing what we love, that should matter.
But yeah, I do want the latest Star Wars this or that, so all of us still have a ways to go :P