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Space, Matter, Cities, Sausages
22 February 2001
Your arms stretched out to the sides you are drawn into one with the hill, together you cup this enormous space and suddenly everything turns upsidedown -- space becoming tangible, a mass around which your world is molded. One of the imperfections in this space flies over your head and you can hear the steady beat of a gull's wings as the push displaces the space and the space displaces the feathers. You have never heard this sound before.
If this reverses the way you regard your universe, go to paragraph 2. If the insignificance of your self against the canvas of reality terrifies you, go to paragraph 3.
Do you feel that the City, so deep rooted in the psyche, is part of the earth - a snag point upon which the flow of humanity has caught and accumulated? --or reaching for the sky, a bridge between the two towards a higher spirit. Go to paragraph 5 if earth; paragraph 4, if sky.
You notice: That products are gradually merging, cf the clock, the radio become the Digital Clock Radio; the fork, the spoon become the spork. That this trend can only continue until there is a single item which replaces a whole class, or even classes, of previously separately acquired goods, and that the inventor of this item will carve a place in history.
Go to paragraph 6.
On the street, you see a dead man in the street, flat on the ground, flush with the pavement.
Move on to paragraph 8.
You live in a similar mess of humanity. All these people, so mishapen, so irregular. They have nothing in common. There is strength in their number much as there is weight in a bathtub full of sand.
You will die, friendless and alone, just another imperfection in the vacuum recently expelled.
If the fact that you've created nothing more than filter-tip sausages (but with good marketing) offends you, go to to paragraph 7. Otherwise, go to paragraph 9.
Economics is one such creation. Drawing on all aspects of nature, it is a wholly social construct that we have no hope of understanding. Particles, fluids, pure maths are all to be found here. The staggering population of Pork(TM) creates whole new field of economics, drawing your interest with only sheer academic wonder. If you feel like this, go to paragraph 9.
If not: There's an enormous amount of money involved, go to paragraph 9.
If you pass a sausage vendor in the street, go to paragraph 6.
Having reduced humanity to nothing more than large snails, society turns on you, imprisoning you in your own shell. You remain there for over a decade.
Eventually you emerge into a world joined into a single sphere covering the entire earth. Technology and humanity have united into a continuous object displaying all the complexity you could desire and all the interaction with space you could ever want.
Silently, nothing happens. Go to paragraph 10.