I don't know whether I should be amused or ashamed that my main fannish e-mail is Darth Shrift, but in my defense, Shrift was already taken.
What Happens in Natter 35 Stays in Natter 35
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Aeroplanes will be too afraid to crash, yoghurts will wish you good morning before being eaten
Didn't Douglas Adams cover this territory? I don't recall it ending that well.
To be fair, it never ends well for the yogurt.
'We can already use DNA, for example, to make electronic circuits so it's possible to think of a smart yoghurt some time after 2020 or 2025, where the yoghurt has got a whole stack of electronics in every single bacterium. You could have a conversation with your strawberry yogurt before you eat it.'
I keep trying to think what the yoghurt would say and all I can come up with is "God no please please please oh Jesus help me please don't eat me I'll do anything just please please no," and really I'd just as soon it kept quiet.
More like you could create a clone of your mind. You'd still die.
But from your persepective, would you notice a difference?
[eta:
And yeah, I'm really not seeing an upside to creating talking yogurt. Or fearful airplanes.]
Nothing worth talking to is worth eating. So far, anyway.
If it could talk,no reason it couldn't get up and walk away and god knows some tubs I've forgotten in the back of the fridge sure as hell were trying....
Darth Colic
I keep trying to think what the yoghurt would say and all I can come up with is "God no please please please oh Jesus help me please don't eat me I'll do anything just please please no,"
Heh.
I'd respond, "Dude, you're a bastard child of science. It truly sucks to be you. I'll be doing you a favor; trust me."
Good times, good times. If they've been married the one year, she kills with paper, right?
I'm sure JZ has a book of medieval literature or marriage customs around somewhere that's heavy enough to snap someone's neck in a poetically just fashion.