pan-dimensional wormhole

I used to imagine that when i went to sleep, a version of myself from another universe could gain control of my body and run about committing acts of derring-do, and that was why i was always tired when i woke up. Really it was probably because i was working 2 jobs with an hour of driving between them and averaging 5 hours of sleep a night. But still. That idea, the idea of someone being able to fold in to our reality via dream-scape, is one i still cherish. How i would like to use it, myself. Pulled away -through the quagmire of unconsciousness- to be the savior of some parallel earth with rem sleep save points. A different world every night/nap. According to science, the parallel earths we create with each string-theory decision aren't one onion layer away, they're on the other side of the cosmos. but in a universe of infinite possibility, there must somewhere be another earth, another you, who simply gets tails in coin flips. or has red hair. one less sibling. one more. scarred by tragedy. raised in privilege. each alteration another fibre in the fabric of time. Those decisions that fail to effect the universe at large simply flare out into time loops of chronology and are then stitched back in to the fabric of the unstoppable narrative. each alternate, light years apart and awash in the ebb of dark matter, ever expanding. Not that we'll ever see them. Even if we were able to develop the means to travel at light speed (more on this later) or beyond, the infinity of the universe will push them away from us faster than we could imagine. because somewhere on one of those parallel earths, another scientist has developed another means of instant transport (atomic teleportation/re-integration, ion bean conversion, psychic telescope, gravity distortion), they speed towards us as we speed towards them and each galaxy expands to accommodate it's inhabitants. the size and the scope of their unconscious ambition driving it forward in an infinite stampede.

ok, "light-speed" travel. this is the concept of traveling at a speed identical to the speed of a beam of light. this does not in any manner intone that light itself would be traveled upon or traveled through. should we develop, as suggested above, a transport utilizing the manipulation of gravity to the end of relative time manipulation, a starship traveling over the course of eons could, with the proper adjustments, appear to it's occupants to be traveling at the speed of light. the objective "time" of the ship moving through space would not change, but the time for the crew would be accelerated. or decelerated. depending on your perspective. It is in such a way that interstellar travel could be pursued within one generation of life, but not one generation of humanity. for the earth from which that humanity hails exists in the same time as the space through which the ship must travel. Still. There's your sci-fi suspended animation. localized gravity manipulation slowing time to a hairs breadth of stopping. I'm not saying that this is the only method by which to travel at light speed. But we had Einstein. one of our parallel earths may have had a breakthrough in the successful reintegration of separated atoms instead of the theory of relativity. Our earth has this. This is what we have to work with. maybe i just read too many comic books, but i can see the idea. i'm just not smart enough for the mechanics.

Speaking of genius i don't understand how we are not using, let's talk about wireless energy. tesla, ok? tesla could transmit energy without wires or cables. and how long ago was that? why am i still plugging in my playstation controller? why can i drive through a speedpass gate but not a tesla recharge gate in my electric car? I'm not asking for warp points or energizing beams (though, seriously, where is that tech?) and it seems like remote access technology is going to supersede physical transportation for the development of our particular technarchy, and people will just be beaming their instructions instead of their selves. live-streaming life.

we are upon the internet. we proliferate. we multiply. we have made rubiks cube personalities that will be reconstructed by the future, for posterity. for their museums, there will be immersive ai that adapts to the hollow shell trail we leave upon the world wide webs. robot children will be able to ask us how our civilization died, and we will be able to tell them. tweet update your facebook via tumblr tube that the apocalypse has come. robot uprising. natural disaster. biblical reckoning. biological terror. evolutionary dead end. overreaching ambition. nuclear holocaust. improperly harmonized infinity gate implosion. reinflated by a sea of code when nothing but programming remains. this is the legacy we will leave when our other-earth counterparts discover the ruins of our civilization. when the black matter becomes an ingrown toenail and they flee, through our galaxy, searching for the microverse.

minds:blown? or are these just the rantings of a sleep-deprived child?

a fine tradition

There is an archetype in the American zeitgeist of the repentant man. About dudes who only realize their potential or appreciate what they have after they have lost it, or done some ignorant-ass shit to throw it away. Cheating on your wife does not make you a better husband. I don't care if it makes you realize what you stand to lose, or even if you realize that trollop you were being unfaithful with is dumber than a sack of hammers. You shouldn't have had to fuck up in the first place. And this epiphaniac change of heart new leaf turnaround should not make your fuckups forgivable. Not to mention how insulting and demeaning it is to women. Would you forgive your spouses indiscretion, Mr. American Ideal? No. you would assume she was an untrustworthy floozie. so why is forgiveness expected for you, sir? why do you get all the second chances? because only after hitting bottom did you find jesus? what of we who make no atonements? What of we men who don't need to hit rock bottom because we never chose to go down the crack rocks fun slide? What of we who don't need to be unfaithful to commit to our relationships? where is our standard held? our American myth? no. we are milquetoasts, afraid of living. boring and predictable. not enough lip-curling rock-and-roll cowboy to garner a legend with some goddamn scruples. Our American archetype? nice guys finish last.
maybe it's not an American construct. Maybe it's just a male directive to act like a piece of shit and then pretend you're a better person for it. know what makes you a better person? being one. not some lesson learned, and not the apology after the fact.