My well being depends upon you to engage 'it all'

[Ninurta]

My poison is wine, well wine mixed with whatever I have on hand, to make a sort of sangria-type elixir. No other drugs are involved.

I can't answer any of those future automaton questions but my millennial daughter says she welcomes her LLM robotic overlords because they can't be any worse than what is in place now.

Well, the rum is in moderation, just enough to keep my innards sterile, but not enough to make me walk or talk funny. That much might interfere with the chemical life support thingies.

The chemical life support thingies are by prescription, and will likely be a part of my daily routine for the rest of my days. I was told young that I'd end my days with a bad ticker and a bad back, but I laughed and told them I probably wouldn't live long enough for that... yet here I am. So, I lived my life rough, skidding into Home Plate whenever necessary, and somehow managed to survive it anyhow... but was left with a lifetime of memories to wander through in my old age, so that's a plus.

My son is trying to wean my grand kids off of their electronic masters, and until recently met with limited success. Recently, the oldest grandson has expressed more interest in getting out into the real world and interacting with it, so there may be some hope. They live in a 45 acre patch of forest, with several thousand acres of forest beyond what he owns, and the boy has started expressing a curiosity about the nature around him The oldest grand daughter has discovered boys. I'm waiting to see how that effects her electronic interactions, and whether it leads to more real-world face time.

Some times, biology just takes over, you know? I dread telling my son what it means when she starts getting rebellious. Maybe I won't tell him at all - sometimes, learning things for ourselves is the best way of hammering the lessons home.

The electronic aether, I believe, can augment and enhance our understanding of nature if used in moderation and properly. I kind of wish I'd had it when I was a kid to answer questions that the forests provided me. But then would I myself have become an addict to the electrons?

That's one thing we'll never know for sure, and maybe I should be thankful for that, too.

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