Wednesday, February 11, 2004

I want out

I want out of the game. I want out of the program. Logout. ctrl-alt-del. apple-option-power. Ctrl x. Something as twisted as our universe must be the creation of something as a joke.

Could we all be one big simulation in a ancient races computer. Well if so i am user bow before me. I wish to send signal 25{this is the end process signal for a terminal in unix}

There must be a way. We know that time is non-linear. How are we to know were are all just stuck. Maybe we all have learned helpless the options are right in front of us and we can not see them.

We are machines. Guess what the human body is a machine just a biological one. the brain will be reproduced in a digital realm. And as soon as it does we are all screwed. in that instant the computers will be smarter then us and we are all fucked. We can have a limit capacity were computers have unlimited possibilities.

And let me end this phrase once an for all everything is not possible. there are things that are impossible. Just deal with it.

I missed my nap.

In the event if my death everything is in my Digital world. Look in my apple ibook or my firewire hard drives . Look hard and I live in hear like spock in wrath of kane i have put myself in here. Make sure to look at my drafts in kung-log.

Well i must now sleep. Hopeing that when I wake up the world will have changed. Run debugger god.

Robert