CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
"He is the one."
"Normally I'd argue, we've got it wrong before...but with these test results..."
"Absolutely none of the problematic brain patterns are replicated in him!"
"Truly he is a special mind."
"Haha, that's what they'd call him...special. Meaning retarded."
"But the patterns do not match those of the retarded."
"No, they do not. That is, of course, what makes him special. He is aware of what he is, yet he can do nothing. He is utterly trapped by his own mind."
"Yet he does not commit suicide..."
"Of course not! THat'st he most crucial part!"
"I know, I know. It's like he's too passive even for that. He can't feel, not even despair...not strongly enough anyway."
"A diluted mind, yes, that's one way of looking at him. I've looked from many angles, believe me.
"Don't study him too hard, you might become him!"
"I have to study him, he is our future!"
"I know, I know. Yeesh, you're losing your sense of humour, aren't you?"
"It is depressing looking at this mind...I almost feel sorry for the human."
"But it barely feels."
"Which makes it all the more frustating! He just can't work himself up into enough rage to end it all and certainly not to change. Even trying to imagine either thing...he has to sleep for days after that. Sleep, and mastubate."
"Does he enjoy that?"
"Not really, but he does it anyway."
"A creature of habit...exactly what we need."
"They will be fine slave stock, the whole planet."
"When they're all like him."
"Yes. We will replicate his brain patterns soon enough. From there it will be a simple matter to transmit the pattern to Earth, into all their heads...they will be come like him. Unable to fight back. We won't have to kill more than a few million of them. They will see the hopelessness of fighting back and accept us as their ruler, as he would do. They will be relieved, in a way. This human has never had direction, never known what to do. I imagine he would welcome someone telling him exactly what to do as long as the task did not require responsibility or having to interact with others...they will all be like him soon. All cogs in our great machine. Our slave engine. They will all follow orders. To even think of resisting will exhaust them too much."
"Earth will be ours...our weapon will be built. We will finally have our revenge on the Martians."
"All thanks to one human who feels nothing but alone."
"Soon he will have lots of company."
"Normally I'd argue, we've got it wrong before...but with these test results..."
"Absolutely none of the problematic brain patterns are replicated in him!"
"Truly he is a special mind."
"Haha, that's what they'd call him...special. Meaning retarded."
"But the patterns do not match those of the retarded."
"No, they do not. That is, of course, what makes him special. He is aware of what he is, yet he can do nothing. He is utterly trapped by his own mind."
"Yet he does not commit suicide..."
"Of course not! THat'st he most crucial part!"
"I know, I know. It's like he's too passive even for that. He can't feel, not even despair...not strongly enough anyway."
"A diluted mind, yes, that's one way of looking at him. I've looked from many angles, believe me.
"Don't study him too hard, you might become him!"
"I have to study him, he is our future!"
"I know, I know. Yeesh, you're losing your sense of humour, aren't you?"
"It is depressing looking at this mind...I almost feel sorry for the human."
"But it barely feels."
"Which makes it all the more frustating! He just can't work himself up into enough rage to end it all and certainly not to change. Even trying to imagine either thing...he has to sleep for days after that. Sleep, and mastubate."
"Does he enjoy that?"
"Not really, but he does it anyway."
"A creature of habit...exactly what we need."
"They will be fine slave stock, the whole planet."
"When they're all like him."
"Yes. We will replicate his brain patterns soon enough. From there it will be a simple matter to transmit the pattern to Earth, into all their heads...they will be come like him. Unable to fight back. We won't have to kill more than a few million of them. They will see the hopelessness of fighting back and accept us as their ruler, as he would do. They will be relieved, in a way. This human has never had direction, never known what to do. I imagine he would welcome someone telling him exactly what to do as long as the task did not require responsibility or having to interact with others...they will all be like him soon. All cogs in our great machine. Our slave engine. They will all follow orders. To even think of resisting will exhaust them too much."
"Earth will be ours...our weapon will be built. We will finally have our revenge on the Martians."
"All thanks to one human who feels nothing but alone."
"Soon he will have lots of company."
