This is supposed to be the opening line to an idea that slightly possibly will turn out to be, if I don't forget it and ever get back to it, my Magnum Opus. So I come here to transcribe my thoughts about this project which started out as a spontaneous thought experiment as I sat for an hour or so talking to the spirits (talking to myself or to put it bluntly yet again indulgence in my nagging preoccupation with survival) ) of my departed loved ones.
sO i THOUGHT i'D BETTER START RWRITITING THIS SHIT DOWN CUZ IT'S GETTING COMPLICATED and I ahve a really shitty memory... the preferred place for this recoring of my fleeting thought which i hope I can recover befor e I leave the keyboard cuz i'm totally wrapped up right now in decribing this first distraction which is in the title:" WTF has Google done to my Blogger page now?"
now usuaLLY i WOULD keep the discourse on that until the initial reason for sitting down here moments ago is totally forgotten and I wind up in a rant about Google changing shit for no more reason than "BECUAE THEY CAN." And I don't digress cuz I'm totally caUGHT UP IN THIS DIGRESSION AND HAVE IN FACT FORGOTTEN the real reason all ready. Thus is my lifelong affliction and the reason I've never accomplished much. well that and I'm fucking lazy and don't get up until noon or 1 pm I started to say "most" days, but in fact it is EFVERY SINGLE DASY OF MY life since the pandemic began and I stopped working.
So fuck google, wtf was it that I sat down to record for possible posterity until i get an inspiration again, sit sown and promptly get distracted once again and never remember or recover that elusive thought that I sat down to record in the first place?
Well there were several. the germination of the thing I thought for the first time perhaps could be my magnum opus (cuz the idea is to0tally unencumbered by the need to do research or any legwork whatsoever, my kind of task I must say, just sit over the keyboard and poop it out over the target, a winged conspiracy theory search&destroy "enlightenment" bomber peering through arial (great, now fucking thoroughly distracted and never getting back) gunsights looking for the next open-toilet head target below, my ultimate thrill, a drain shot hitting right down the outlet without touching the bowl.
man I gotta put something down before I completely lose it. here it goes, totally unthought, pure restream of thought, just pure transcription: the protagonist qualities: knowledge of machinery, either self taught or a master. either a corporeal being, a fixer of things or tinkerer or perhaps pure knowledge born of a life of experience that has subsequently escaped it's corporeal existence. (which would be most attractive to readers, i can do it either way, but it seems like the pure thought protagonist would be much more difficult to write and I need to probably do a chart of the advantages and disadvantages of both in order to choose and make this POSSIBLE endeavor as efficient as possible)
Setting: a room where the protagonist comes upon never before seen, possibly dreamed of, remarkable machines. and she is immediately struck by one she's not sure is a machine or not.
Wew! Made it, didn't forget!? well, I have totally forgotten all of the refinements of this literary inspiration which casued me to rush in her and try and record, so only partial success. hopefully IF I ever return to this, this will be enough germ to regerminate the previous totally forgotten thought train.
outline notes: in order for P to intuit the most advanced machine in the room, the P cannot be that machine. P must be either a non-corporeal entity or a species on another planet that has never encountered any of the machines in the room. Also, the one machine is known, but the other machines have to be decided upon and defined by N.
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