You ever get the feeling you watched just a little too much sci-fi growing up? I was bred on a geek-centric diet of Star Trek episodes and flex capacitors. All of this has a big impact on the way you interpret things you encounter in the everyday.
Had a stressful day/week/month? I might make recommendation to take some shore leave on Risa. It seems like the natural thing to do.
Encountering some difficulty understanding what someone else is saying? I’ll probably make a reference to your inoperable universal translator.
Think my junker of a car can’t keep up with rush hour traffic? That’s ok, I know that with the V8 under the hood, I can make the Kessel Run in less than twelve parsecs.
And yes, I did take the red pill, and I know how far the rabbit hole goes.
I can carry on conversations about time travel, languages that don’t even exist, android ethics, and the list goes on. What’s even better is that I am not alone. Many other seemingly normal human beings have been soaking in geek, too, and you never know what it might do to them.
My good friend’s wife is going in for surgery soon. If successful, this surgery should aid them in their quest to conceive a child. When they went to the hospital for the pre-op, they discovered that the surgery will be performed by… well, let me just turn this over to him so he can put it in his own words:
Apparently, the surgery will be performed by… and I kid you not… ROBOTS. Well, not actual, literal “Number 5, I’m alive” robots, but the doctors will be using robots to do the procedure – kind of like video game joysticks – like “Wii surgery” or something.
As you can imagine, this news led me to a whole series of robot-related questions and conclusions. Like what if these robots have themselves always wanted a child of their own? And what if they take the opportunity of my wife’s surgery to implant a cybernetic baby into her womb? And what if that half-robot/half-man baby – once born – sees me as a threat to its human mother, the only human it can truly love and trust, and spends the majority of its time trying to kill me? And whether it kills me outright or it just tries to kill me on a regular basis, it seems that our possible future with this cybernetic terminator baby will be one of at least some very high tension and complex circumstances, as it spends its life sorting out the reality of living in a world where its human emotions and computer brain come into conflict with one another. And what sort of life can that cybernetic terminator half-human have? Will it – like Frankenstein – yearn for one of its own kind and try to create another like it? And what if that somehow gives way to whole race of cyborg beings that inevitably try to enslave the human race? How then will we stop them with their superior intelligence, super-robot-strength, and fiery Italian temper? Really gets you thinking, doesn’t it?
Yes, it gets me thinking… thinking that somewhere out there, in a galaxy far away, there may be still others who understand what the heck we’re talking about.
Ben Martin is Editor-In-Chief of THE FATHER LIFE. He lives with his wife and four children in the Rochester, NY, area.
Ben Martin is the CEO of THE FATHER LIFE. He lives with his wife and five children in the Rochester, NY, area.