flying down the heliocopter


so you’re trying to make the world a better place through science.

well i’ve got a few words for you.

fuck your science.  science is the reason all the rainforests are being cleared out, science is the prospect
of nuclear world war, science is the sentimental death by which we all hope to live, science by example
is the ozone layer with a giant hole in the bottom, and all our inhuman souls are frothing over the
atmosphere in the meantime...science is the bitch of our lifestyle, we do everything in the name of
science, of progress, always have to be moving forward, looking to the new age, who gives a fuck
about now.  if we’re dying of lung cancer and skin cancer and radiation poisoning and AIDS and old
age any other disease you’d care to name, it doesn’t make a difference because science will save our
sorry asses.  we’ll throw a couple rats into a box and shoot them full of piss to see if they grow a
tumor or get herpes or have anxiety attacks or fucking explode into a tiny pile of blood and guts. 
we’re morons, don’t you see, we’re maniacal when it comes to making everything the way it “should”
be, the ideal place for us to live.  we don’t care if everything else dies in the process, science will always
be there for us.  we’ll plant little plastic trees that are genetically engineered to produce oxygen and
we’ll clone little furry animals that eat each other and fuck each other silly and we’ll erect glass
windowpanes to keep out the sunlight and we’ll...fake it all.  someday we’ll be able to transplant our
souls into cyberspace and live an eternity surfing the internet, indulging in matters of gratuitous sex
and textual enlightenment, painting our wildest dreams all over the monitor and traveling across
millions of miles of telephone wires in a second’s elapse.  yes, my friends, science will fuck us in the
ass, science will make our race extinct for generations to come, until we can all pull our electronic
minds together and figure out just how life fits into the whole equation of the universe.  but who am
i to say, i wasn’t born in cyberspace.




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