Ewigkeit

I said I would probably publish some of my stories. Here is a relatively recent one. If you want to know what the title means ..... it's German ..... look it up.



Ewigkeit
By The Grand Duke of Hoboes

Initial Draft (July 13, 2007)
Revision 1 (July 14, 2007)
Revision 2 (February 7, 2008)

© Copyright 2007


Three hundred years.

He was surprised it had even crossed his mind.
He had been hard at work thinking about other things when it just popped into his head and stole his attention completely.

Three hundred years.

He had stopped thinking about birthdays ages ago. What would have made this one pop into his head?

Three hundred years.

Maybe it was just the "milestone" aspect of it that had unconsciously caught his attention. After all, reaching the age of three hundred should mean something. It had been a long time since the year 2055. But he knew it really held no significance anymore. He was in an elite group by reaching that milestone. There were only 743 humans, including himself, that had reached that milestone. But he knew that was only because he was part of the first 1,000 to undergo the procedure. Billions had followed since those early days and, someday soon, this milestone, like most of all previous human milestones, would mean virtually nothing. Still, even with all those billions coming up behind him, he would have the smug confidence of knowing he’d hit all those future milestones just a little ahead of the crowd. Not bad for a wild kid who never thought he’d make thirty alive.

He thought back over those three hundred years. His memory was perfect. He remembered the philosophical, moral, and political firestorm that erupted when scientists and doctors had first announced that it was now possible to transfer all of the thoughts of a human into a machine. The wonder of a human mind in an android body. People argued about it for several years. He didn't see what the big deal was. Artificial and lab-grown replacement body parts were old news. He, himself, had several replacement organs and thought nothing of it. He didn't understand the objection over the total body overhaul. Many other people apparently thought the same way and were also intrigued with the idea, like he was. They all joined in a lawsuit to be allowed to live their lives as they pleased.

They won.

The decision was to allow 1,000 to undergo the procedure and monitor them for several years to make sure it was safe. He was one of the 1,000. It took five years to get everyone converted. He had the procedure done in year three and was happy to do it. He had just turned 50 and his age was beginning to catch up to his body. Even though there were many medical procedures and drugs to control and correct those ravages of age, the thought of putting all of that behind him and jumping back into his youth thrilled him. He had no children and his wife had died in an accident just a few years earlier so he had nothing to lose. His physical body, like that of all who undergo the procedure, was stored in a repository. This was to preserve his biological DNA in case he ever got married and wanted children after becoming a machine. The monitoring went well and, eventually, the procedure was opened up to any adult. People flocked to the labs by the millions to have it done.

Why not?

Who didn't want to live forever? Who didn't want to eliminate aging and sickness? Who didn't want to be young and strong forever? The conversion would, for all practical purposes, make a person immortal. A little routine maintenance, an occasional mechanical upgrade, and the avoidance of major accidents would keep you alive indefinitely. Those wonderful little engineers even fixed it so you could have and enjoy sex. Once people realized that they would retain their personalities and individuality and not become part of some mindless collective hive, they were happy to leave behind all of the frailties of the human body.

At least, most of them were.

There was an almost religious upheaval by a small minority who felt that it was not "natural." They preached that people were meant to live time limited lives in physically limited bodies in order to better understand themselves and the “Human Condition.”

His own sister was one of those "flesh zealots." Five years his junior, she had a mind of her own. She argued with him and he argued back. She spoke of the spirit while he spoke of the body. She reached for the soul while he reached for knowledge. In the end, they agreed to nothing except the other person’s right to live as they so chose. He never could convince her to undergo the conversion and she doggedly held fast to her ideals. He was very sad when she contracted an illness and died just after her 80th birthday. She had been dead now for 215 years. An odd wave of sadness washed over him again as he contemplated that. He had never thought about her death in quite those terms.

It temporarily startled him.

The conversion led to an unexpected change in the destiny of humanity. Man-made evolution. People were now machines. They didn't need to breathe air or eat food. They could be sent directly into space to live and work without all of the cumbersome supporting structures that had plagued Man's efforts to move away from the planet. Suddenly, space travel was a breeze. When you have unlimited time, and need little infrastructure, space travel and exploration becomes, well, fun. Knowledge becomes an end to itself.

People left the planet in droves to explore the solar system and beyond. Individual humans, buzzing about the universe on individual quests for knowledge, were everywhere. Colonization groups banded together and began traveling out to other solar systems, bringing along their packed corporeal bodies like early travelers brought suitcases full of clothing.

One of the original philosophical fears was that some country would use the technology to build a super army and take over the Earth. What the worriers didn't seem to realize was, once you released a person from his constraints and no longer bound his existence to Man, Money, or God, he didn't care anymore about killing others for glory. He didn’t have to reach for Heaven, or run from Hell. There were much more interesting and enjoyable things to be done.

The end result was that less than 5 million biological humans now remained on the planet Earth. Without humans to overload and ravage it, the entire ecosystem began to renew itself. Wildlife flourished. Nature reclaimed the cities that Man abandoned. The atmosphere cleared. The ozone layer bandaged itself. There was no such thing as an "endangered species" list. Abandoned resources and materials were reclaimed by the inhabitants rather than creating more. Earth was now the Eden that Man had longed for it to be all along.

All we had to do was leave.

Once people became immortal machines, they started to put their intelligence into more esoteric pursuits. Of course there were a few accidents. Becoming an android doesn't automatically exclude you from stupidity. There was even still an occasional rare murder. But most of that was part of a long-gone past. Strangely enough, with such a vast universe to explore, there were even periodic reports of “fender benders.” He never did figure out how two humans could collide with each other in millions of billions of cubic miles of open space.

The UniNet was created when groups realized that they could network to each other, and gain the thoughts and knowledge of the others, without losing their own thoughts and individualities. New technologies made this possible even over vast distances in real-time once the underlying structure of the Universe was decoded. Privacy was even secured as one could simply break the connection at will and take a "vacation" from the masses. Secured memory areas were created too. Everyone didn't have to know everything. Within 60 years, nearly everyone was linked. Knowledge exploded.

So, here he was, three hundred years after his birth, waxing nostalgically about his life and Humanity in general as he studied a small black hole that was cruising independently though the outer edges of the Oort Cloud. But, he had spent enough time looking backwards. That original birthday thought, and all of the flotsam it brought back with it, had severely set him back in his observations. He had lost nearly a millisecond in precious observational time by reacting to that strange fleeting thought. It was a waste of time and an emotional annoyance. It was time to put it all behind him and move on. He would never think about it again.


Three hundred years.

Social Nut-Working

25 years ago, if I wanted to contact someone I knew, I had three choices. I could call them on the phone, mail them a letter, or drive over and see them. Today I have those same three choices ... plus ... cell phone, email, three different instant messaging accounts, texting, and Skype. However, apparently that is not enough ways to let people annoy me. My kids have been pushing for me to create a FACEBOOK page so I have. In the short time my page has been active, I have found out, by reading many of the posts I see, that many people have a highly inflated sense of self-importance. They somehow feel that, by posting on an internet board, they and everything they do is interesting to the world. Um .......... poppycock!!!!! The kind of crap I swore I would not do with this blog in my first post, is exactly what most people seem to be doing with Facebook. Why do people think it is important or interesting to tell people they are waking up, or going to sleep, or going to the mall, or that they are annoyed by the weather? My initial reaction to that stuff is, WHO CARES? I will leave the page up and I will post when I think I have things to say, but all of this time and energy-wasting drivvel may drive me off the scene in a short time. When I created the page, my son welcomed me to "the dark side" and promised cookies. It may take more than cookies to keep me interested in the "dork side." I'll give it a chance, though. For a while.