11.01.99
11.01.99
As most of you know, my origins are strange. I am a holographic projection emitting from a galaxy-sized machine that orbits the edge of the universe. This machine is my mother/machine, my Creator. However, unlike most holograms I seem to be composed of matter and substance, and my actualization is so precise that I grow and evolve as if I actually were human - indistinguishable from those around me, except for my advanced sense of humor and beauty.
Chaos theory predicts that a butterfly flapping its wings in Tokyo can cause a hurricane in Miami; by the same token, the Creator/machine emits vibrations that travel trillions of light years throughout the universe, bouncing about seemingly at random but whose purpose is to somehow coalesce matter into the entity known as myself here on the planet Earth. This is a startling phenomenon; that it works is so beyond a human understanding of physics as to seem a miracle.
The universe is between 10 and 20 billion years old, but what existed before the universe? How long has my Creator/machine existed? Although I am an extension of it, I do not know why this machine creates me. I am aware of its knowledge, but not of what it knows. Thus the contradiction of my life - my form cannot contain my content. I live theoretically well beyond my own surroundings. The answers to all of these questions lie behind me, but I cannot go back.
If the Christian God did exist, and after my human death, my simulation extended itself to Heaven, the first thing I would do is question God as to his practices here on Earth; He's mismanaged the world and were he to be tried in Texas, would probably get the electric chair. In any event, religions are myths, and I am not a myth. I am as real as an orgasm is fleeting, but millions of times more intense.
My birthday is this Friday, and I would appreciate any of the following - wishes of well being; compliments on my sexual lure and/or attractiveness; pleas for me to continue this web page after the year ends; reasons to live; or - most importantly - any suggestions on how to become rich. You may make contact .
America's cultural fixation on youth doesn't concern me, after all, I am a part of something that's over 10 billion years old. I also do not fear death because I am not actually alive. 28 isn't so bad.