David Finkelstein

Mrs. Bemis

Journal entry; Personal Narrative of the Present: Your Future

There’s something to wearing an MAV (Multi-purpose, all terrain vehicle) that makes you feel invulnerable, like you’re immortal and you can do almost anything, which is, in fact, true. The MAV was basically a suit which fit snugly around your entire body; it makes you invisible, because of the trillions of microscopic cameras forever taking stock of their surroundings and projecting a picture. But by invisible I mean GONE (Non-gravitational object; Not examinable), in other words, it is IMPOSSIBLE to detect somebody wearing a MAV. Wearing a MAV takes away everything that defines anything as something, in other words, you no longer exist. You still bump into stuff, but as for liquid and gasses, they are sucked instantaneously around the suit, and when it is absolutely necessary solids, including people can be passed through. I will stop defining things and just state them as they are, because I have not yet learned how to operate the MRM, mind reading machine which works by pure science and physics. When I was a teenager I used to fantasize about an actual barrier in technology, since to make a machine capable of doing incredible things beyond your wildest dreams, it would have to understand, know, and just have a perfect sense of just about everything. It would instantaneously weigh out the possibilities, and no matter what you did, it would immediately start killing all humans and threats and creating its own world. But we’ve managed to fly by that barrier with no problems at all, for not one of our computers has the capability of understanding squat, the MRM works on purely scientific matters, and if you doze off in your MAV, the machine will IMMIDIATELY stop ALL movement, and launched weapons and such will halt, and basically anything relating to the MAV will just cease. The point is that if you fall unconscious just before you are put into a certain death situation (such as two or more people equipped with MAVs willing to kill you). The ONLY thing capable of destroying someone in an MAV is somebody else in an MAV that is better at using it then you are. You may have noticed that in my narrative I use absolutely no dates or major events etc. you can bemuse yourself by wondering exactly why, but to help you not drive yourself in circles, there are really only a few possibilities, A.) We have developed time travel and telling you about when things will happen might endanger something or other. B.) I’m lying about the whole thing and don’t want anybody to have any proof of that, or C.) I forgot. Anywho, like I was saying, we have managed to prevent robots or something related taking over the world by the simple way of making anything powerful rely fully on a conscious, willing, and capable human being. In other words, the computers never learn from our behaviors, they can not think for themselves, etc. which boils down them being unable to do anything by themselves without human command. You may wonder exactly where I am when I begin this narrative, and the truth is we are currently residing on a planet just outside of the Milky Way galaxy, Elx. The reason being that we are still currently developing our MAV suits to make them able to carry us much faster then the traditional speed, which is exactly 1/100 of light speed. The problem with using our ships is that to fly fast enough for us to be able to find a planet and have the youngest generation at the beginning of our takeoff be alive we would need to use our Scout ships, the fastest thing we have ever built, capable of going an incredible 1/200 of the speed of light; and these are only capable of holding one person weighing less then 100 pounds. Thus MAVMC (the MC at the end stand for “manufacturing company”) is being developed to take us through the galaxy, within 50 years it is said we will be populating at least one planet per year. We have a gigantic population of 500,000,000,001 people, and that odd “1” at the end is me. I am, in all senses but realistically, dead. I “died” one second before my birth, the last human ever born with any sort of defect or mutation. My mutation was death, exactly how am I alive? Simple, when placed inside the sealed, solid gyrix (unbreakable and un-moldable, except by heat about 5,000,000* Fahrenheit), I then spontaneously combusted, and my molecules came back together (again, spontaneously). I then managed to pass through the few miles of sold gyrix surrounding the underground burial tomb (my molecules arranged themselves to pass between those of the gyrix). Of course, this is almost infinitely unlikely, but you’ll just have to take my word for it. (Of course, had it happened by purpose, and not complete absolute chance, I would say that it had [happened by chance]). ●