Sorry for the delay. My ass took forever to get to sleep and then the CPAP didn’t fucking work so I woke up EXHAUSTED. kill me.
Sorry for the delay. My ass took forever to get to sleep and then the CPAP didn’t fucking work so I woke up EXHAUSTED. kill me.
I love being made of bones and meat and stuff. It’s just so neat to me that once upon a time some chemicals clumped together into self-perpetuating goo, and billions of years later that goo morphed into a bizarre assemblage of crusty goo, twitchy goo, sparky goo, etc. making up a macroscopic structure that can manipulate the physical world and coordinate with others and write songs and stuff.
Being a weird gross body is so fucking cool.
Strong disagree. I profoundly dislike being made out of food, with an appallingly short shelf-life.
Wouldn’t whatever we’re made of be food? Like if we were beings of pure energy, we would probably eat pure energy.
I dunno. Maybe? What does Q eat?
Picard’s patience?