8-23-01

Here we are, another goddamn Thursday. What's on my mind? Nanotech and gargoyles. By nanotech, I'm using the hip/geek sci fi slang term for nanotechnology. A theoretical science about creating microscopic machines. Tiny little robots that can perform a large variety of tasks. In one sci fi novel I read, nanotech was distributed throughout the body, and the little machines could scrub your blood clean, attack and destroy infections, improve your vision, etc. Essentially allow you live an extremely long, healthy life. Several hundred years even. In another sci fi novel, nanotech could be programmed so that an entire city can be built out of nothing. A software code tells nanotech machines to take chunks of air or earth and convert the molecules into a pre-designed city, molecule by molecule. Like the alchemic transformation of iron to gold…or water to wine.

Well…I read an article yesterday that a Japanese scientist used a specially NARROWED laser beam to sculpt a bull 10 thousandths of a millimeter long (10 microns). It is the smallest sculpture ever created. It's made of plastic. His process could be used to create 3Dimensional computer chips of plastic instead of silicon.

Okay. That all could freak me out.

It's not that I have any kind of faith in technology. Technology is always used for the benefit of the wealthy. Capitalism has its own trajectory, inevitably leading to collapse. But still. That shit freaks me out. The coincidence of several recent science fiction books with technology. But I do think only a Japanese scientist would have the haiku in him to create a sculpture. An American scientist would have created a number pattern.

It won't save us. It won't catch up with the destruction. We're too late. I think we're too late. I think the momentum is too great. The future is rushing towards us. We'd have to suddenly slam on the breaks. So last night I dream of a Gargoyle. A nanotechnologically controlled Gargoyle. Its name is Fred. Made of stone brought to life by nanotechnological control, consciousness programmed to alter itself. A unique Gargoyle. Fred would soar above light cumulus cotton after dusk. A deep purple grid of roads, complex 3D advertisements floating space between darkened office towers. Fred has a deep sadness in his heart. He's searching for his sister Trike Annabelle, the Triceratops-human hybrid. Trike Annabelle was engineered from the same basic consciousness software program, but a different body, and a female gender. I'll tell you more of my dream tomorrow.