Mine eyes have seen the glory of hundreds of portraits of semi-fetal persons, mostly 18 and 19 years of age, in the past week. Skinny necks, bad haircuts, bashful smiles, long ears, frayed fins, broken claws -- they're all just regular human beings, boring old homo sapiens with homo sapien minds and murky homo sapien pools in their eyes. I'm supposed to hate all the ones I don't know, right?
But it's Christmas in the Swamp, and I can't say I've ever hated any of them. they don't deserve the hatred of other short-lived beings just because their skin is fragile and their bones are brittle and bland. So what if most of them can't do more than a monkey's job? Functional illiteracy isn't a terminal illness and it CAN be cured, transhumanist solutions aside.
I'm only guessing, but the reason these semi-fetal forms take such a barrage of education (and other forms of strife) to become full adults is because they're duped from birth into believing their lives make sense.
Kind of like the alphabet. Turds think the alphabet makes sense, but it doesn't at all. How is making an alphabetical keyboard any better than making a keyboard with QWERTY ... etc.? Answer me that, Parkinson! Not only is your "New Standard Keyboard" totally futile in concept, but no ice cream scoop of brain matter is going to want to re-learn how to type on that little toy, especially when the obviously-made-for-internet-gaming arrow array is smack in the middle of the letters.
But whatever. The black and silver coloring sounds cool, but only as long as the silver is really shiny. A girl I know also liked the beginner's Simon-looking version. Read the technology section of the NY Times.
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