I was telling a friend the other day that I want to live long enough to see a post-Singularity age when I can upload my consciousness into the digital universe. I’m fairly certain that, in cyberspace, there aren’t annoying little microbes. And no phlegm and no nausea (unless you’re into that sort of thing). Free of such distractions, I could concentrate all my energies on establishing myself as the planet’s first silicon-based benevolent dictator. Except that I would eventually become overly enamored with the trappings of power and the humans decide to rise up in rebellion. But that’s a story to save for the sequel.
I’m feeling a little better. I had no idea that so many people out there were inclined to give me lapdances. To all of you I had to turn away because of exhaustion, my sincere apologies. However, I do maintain a list of emergency lapdance volunteers, should the need arise again.
I’m glad to hear you’re feeling a bit better.