Hand Sanitiser

Sitting here watching the homely homage full of fromage called "Inglorious Basterds," I contemplate many things, such as a runaway jury, the wonder of it all, a family named Chobey allegedly building a "mother in-law" garage apartment to attach within five years to a main house (to which their neighbours will hold them, barring lawsuit activity in the interim) and Maggie working at a Ben Franklin store while Nicholas considers his college's consideration of abandoning the coast for safer turf inland and Chestney completes her senior year.

Never underestimate underestimation's power to underwhelm swimmingly underwater.

Is a Star Wars exhibit a place for science fiction or fictional science fiction?  Where do you leave messages in plain public places in the arrangement that was gently suggested to occur randomly?

I don't care what happens today or tomorrow - it's what's planned for 1000 years from now that my associates have their claws into.  Are you a dinosaur?  A condor?  An eagle?  A hawk?  A rat?  A species that doesn't exist yet?

Ah, but you don't know what I'm talking about, do you?  I haven't kindly shared the Book of the Future's view of us as the past recently, have I?

Shame on me.

It's a shame you don't know what's going to happen next.

Did you know there are young people who've connected via the Internet to create what I'll loosely call an invention but will better serve as a precursor to a new species in the near-term capable of surviving short-term exposure in the long-term vacuum of space?

Living, but not breathing.

Thinking, but not independent.

Beautiful, but not gorgeous.

Can you imagine being a being with hand sanitiser in your "veins"?

Can you imagine yourself merely existing in a high-pressure place like Earth but thriving elsewhere?

Would you believe the disposable income you give them will fund the greatest invention known to our species, all the while assuming you're paying for iPads, jeans and music/movie/game downloads?

Is it possible that the youngest generation will pool their resources to usurp the squandrous spending of their short-sighted parents?

You mean you don't understand the full power of, or the real reason for, the invention of the Internet?

You really thought it was just an exercise in military research funding?

Don't tell me your plots and charts and trends leave out the branches that branch out of and into the Law of Unintended Consequences?!

See what happens when you teach your children to think for themselves.  They no longer bah like sheep, seeing social media for what it is and never will be.  The power of the crowd is slumbersome.  The independent thinkers who wear sheep's clothing lead the way quietly, transparently and for the lives of those living thousands of years from now.

Go back to sleep now.  We don't want to disturb your cumbersome dreams.

Heard another rumour, that hand sanitiser contains the nanotechnology we wanted to implant in you but wanted to do it with your ready compliance and full cooperation, in order to test a theory that a species can be transformed to another species through artificial environmental conditioning, only if the species is not stressed in the process, having already accepted fluoridation and chlorination without question.

Now who would spread rumours like that?  Bring them to me immediately!  We shall give them big salaries, large offices and extra-long, important-sounding job titles.