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"Emmett, do you want to say something?" she asked. The main hall was stifling to me in that moment. The barn which was converted into a two story classroom and office space, left a large portion open, and laminated. It had mirrors and parallel bars across one side for ballet, but was used for other large events when needed. Sitting in training like I was, with the huge vaulted space above me I decided to close the journal I had been furiously scribbling in, and speak. "...yyyeeaah?" Everyone chuckled a bit. I tried to compose my thoughts. "I think our programming is... well Meat-space-centric?" Looking around the room I had everyone's eyes, and they looked like the eyes of someone who has just heard a soon to be passerby start yammering under their breath. They were braced for some crazy. I continued. "People use the term meat-space to present a dichotomy between the 'real' and 'virtual' worlds. I mean there is no such thin...

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like, to be the victim in a violent situation so I could let rage righteously flow through me like the emperor encourages. I imagine describing to the aggressor what I would do, and then making good on my promises. Sometimes my mum gives me letters I have written to myself from the past. They have prompts. (Copied Verbatim) Hello from the 20th Century! The best things in my life are: MY Friends, trombones the internet The wonder of tomorrow My personal goals for the future are: to be an ultimate gamer. Make VRML models for the future My wishes for the future world are: no pollution There would be hover bords lowpower blasters and lightsabers, Signed: Emmett Baber Date: __________ I'm sure they are low power, so that people can ride around on their hover boards shooting at each other without inflicting any lasting damage. From the future: Hey that's troubling. I was understandably a really angry kid. Nobody ever gave me tools to work with my ...