Believe it or not, writing up this lab report for the systematic identification of an unknown species of land snail using shell characteristics and their various derived states is at almost 1 am is keeping my wandering my occupied. Ergo, it is keeping me sane.
I hate dealing with the whole idea of forming new relationships and the complications that arise such as having to follow pesky social conventions and whatnot. I absolutely abhor it. Figuring out the remains of a dead animal is so much easier. And much more satisfying. Immensely. Gratuitously.
Point in case being my social inappropiateness and my "normal" musings about whether androids and cyborbs fall under Asimov's Three Rules of Robotics and wondering if having a pacemaker makes one a cyborg.
I need electroshock therapy. I honestly believe that.
Cheers.
Who's writing this thing?
- The Little Wandering Owl
- Every real and searching effort at self-improvement is, of itself, a lesson of profound humanity.