Podcast Transcript 3 Poems ” A Confusing Day”/”Feminine Cycles”/”CAN You Do It Dr?”

Welcome to The Baby wants Its Bottle Philosophy & Poetry Inc. Podcast, a creative project by Martin Anton Smith a NZ based creative. In this episode I read 3 New Poems. These are all whimsical pieces which I had fun with and they were all a delight to write. They were all written via stream of consciousness, with very little editing – if any at all. No analysis is needed as they are all very self-explanatory in nature. On a personal aside, here in the mountains and valleys in Central Otago it is getting cold, and the winter is knocking on my and everyone’s door. It will be our guest for at least 3 months, and all you can do is hunker down and wait till September. Luckily, I am equally an indoors person as I am an outdoors person. And of course, many good books can be read in Winter – preferably in bed. Now I will read the poems.

“A Confusing Day”

He got up on the ‘wrong side of the bed’,

which was odd as his bed was against the wall.

He had his ‘head in the clouds’,

Which wasn’t logical as he lived in the Arizona Desert.

He was ‘penny wise & pound stupid’,

Which couldn’t happen as he used US Dollars.

He was as ‘mad as a hatter’,

Which didn’t make sense, as he abhorred hats.

He was once told by an older NZ lady to ‘pull his finger out’,

Which confused him greatly as his fingers were all ‘dangling free’.

This was all starting to get to him and he now wore a quizzical frown.

An Old man walked by and shouted “Cheer up son – it may never happen”,

He was perplexed as he was not sure what the old man thought what was supposed to happen.

He stopped and sat on the kerb & started to bawl his eyes out.

It was all too much.

He couldn’t handle all these strange confusing, seemingly non-sensical warnings statements and instructions.

Then another baby boomer walked by with his wife.

He overheard him whisper to her

He doesn’t know whether he’s Arthur or Martha”

The old man’s words sunk in and he lifted his head happily from kerbside

“Finally! – Someone truly understands me”.

(end of Poem)

“Feminine Cycles”

The Man Doesn’t Behave

Woman Loses Respect For Man

Woman dumps Man

Man Becomes A Broken Down Drunken Mess

Woman Watches Man Get Crushed in a Meatgrinder

Man No Longer Alive

Woman Amused

Woman Sees This As Proof Man Was Useless

Women Marries New Man

The Man Doesn’t Behave….

(end of Poem)

“CAN You Do It, Dr?”.

Never Trust A Man With A PHD To Open A Tin Can.

He Will Write A Treatise On The Mining Of Ore,

& It’s Effect On The Food Industry.

Then When He Finishes,

And You Jump For Joy That Your Hunger Ends,

He Will Reach For The Can Opener,

& Start A Book On ‘Worm Epidemics’.

By the Time You Are Served

Those Delightful Baked Beans,

Verily Mr PHD Has Delayed You Such,

That A New Library Has Preceded You,

And You Have Already Bitten the Dust.

If Only You Had Priorly Known To

Never Trust A Man With A PHD To Open A Tin Can

(end of Poem)

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Podcast Transcript Episode: 3 Dystopian Sci-Fi Poems – “Future’s Friend” “A Holiday in Goolagaticus” “The Wind Of Nations”

Welcome to The Baby Wants Its Bottle Philosophy & Poetry Inc. Podcast, a creative project by Martin Anton Smith, a NZ based creative. In this episode I read 3 New Poem called “Future’s Friend” “A Holiday in Goolagaticus” “The Wind Of Nations”. These are of my favourite genre Dystopian Sci-Fi.

The First Poem “Future’s Friend” is about an intelligent being that has been sent to our near present to basically save us from ourselves. A 23rd Century future generation of earth has the ability to see past history and amend the parts of it that enter “the redzone”. It this case the future Earth civilisation have developed to the point where Ghost like Operatives can be sent on military/intelligence missions and rectify the worst problems that arise. These operatives are so advanced and have god-like powers due to the advances made from now to the 23rd Century where they exist. These missions are surgical aim to ensure that the past problems are solved and also that paradoxes are also not created that may entail the destruction of the mission and the future. They have come because at current the Earth is being run by evil fools and the earths citizens have become so weak that they have allowed this, thus they must be saved by the “friends” from the future.

The Next Poem is “A Holiday In Goolagaticus” – it is simply a fly on the wall account of some of the realities of living in a near future concentration camp for those of us deemed “Uncompliant”. In the camp people are reprogrammed so as to become “Complient”. This poem is a warning to how we seem to fool ourselves, or be fooled by Politicians who tell us via propaganda and propaganda language that concentration camps are just “detainment camps” and there are great sensible reasons to take away basic human rights of the prisoners.

The final Poem is called “The Wind Of Nations” and it is more of an “ancient scripture” inspired piece which outlines a Beast that comes to wreak havoc on the nations. It is in parable form, and thus is designed to be appropriate to many ages and is a moral warning to citizens to not be foolish and to be wise about society and those that wish to destroy it – and those people are more numerous than we tend to admit to ourselves. All these poems were written recently and are related to each other – perhaps as chapters in a larger unfinished work. Taken together I hope the themes re-enforce each other synergeticly.

Let me begin the first poem, the second and then the last respectively.

Future’s Friend

The Century Begun

And Stated Off Bad.

The False Flag Wars,

The Mad Scientists,

The Men In Suits,

Did Stop the Earth.

The Computers Rose,

And Took the World.

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It Came From Tomorrow,

It Came From Nothingness.

It Wore No Cape,

It Climbed No Walls,

Leaped No Shadows,

Didn’t twist or Shout.

It’s here To Fight.

To Kick Them Out.

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The Future Said

“Go Back In time”,

“Save Those Souls”,

“Disrupt Their Time”,

“Kill The Man-Beasts”,

“Kill The Machines”,

“Kill The Cloud”,

“That Killed The Crowd”.

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There Was Too Much Trust,

And To Much Cash.

A Time Of Dopes.

A Time Of Thieves.

The Future Must Strike!

To Save The Lives!

Thanks To The Future!

The Future, Your friend.

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In A Flash

The Future Came.

Took The Good,

Sunk The Bad.

Land Made Anew,

The Good Returned.

An Easy Task

For Future’s Friend.

(End Of Poem)

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A Holiday In Goolagaticus

Welcome to Goolagaticus

You are the “uncompliant”.

Let’s now raise our glasses high,

and paint you ultra-violent.

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Let me take you by the hand,

and show you our campfires.

Now take this black pill & lie down

and then you’ll sleep okay.

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Now I’m just an automaton,

an automated soldier.

Don’t do this, don’t do that,

these are my orders.

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Let me take you by the eyes,

I’ll show you new desires.

Now take this screen and sit down,

and then you’ll feel okay.

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We’re all brainwashed by his word,

this false god of our dreams.

‘Let there be light’ – he did say,

But then he made us blind men.

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Let me take you by the brain,

I’ll make you new memories.

Now take this key & swallow whole,

and then you’ll run okay.

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Don’t step left, don’t step right.

This – your so-called life.

Don’t look blank, don’t look bright.

This your day, this your night.

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My enemy, the false memory,

Then the memories became my enemies.

Knock Knock, let me in.

I’m not in, I’ve flown away.

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The Wind Of Nations

There was a four-winged Beast that was too heavy to fly well.

An Intelligent being came from above & removed two of the wings.

The loss of two wings, made the beast lighter and nimbler.

And it flittered and rode the winds as does a dragonfly.

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The Beast had many colors red white green yellow and blue.

And then the waters rained down upon it.

Some colors survived unchanged, some were lost and some were transformed.

The blue dot was uniform and strong, but now it is mottled paled and misshapen.

The dot now looks as if it is the earth being struck by an asteroid or a missile?

The bodies tail is a blue whoosh, the asteroid is pure white.

It strikes the centre of the earth.

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There was a yes and a no, written on a shiny surface,

they were poles apart. and rotating around each other.

And when they revolved around each other,

the ‘Yes’ merged with the ‘No’ and became a blur.

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And then the waters rained down upon it.

And the ‘No’ is now more emboldened, while the ‘Yes’ is faded.

And when they revolved around each other,

the ‘Yes’ became invisible and the ‘No’ and became clear.

So, the answer to the question is “No”.

But I ask of thee sincerely, what is the Question?

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And then once again, the waters rained down.

But when I opened my eyes

I could not see the Beast anymore.

For there were no longer any winds to carry it.

(End Of Poem)

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Marcel Atkins The 22nd Century’s Rogue Brain Chip Hacker Pt 5

Welcome to The Baby wants It’s Bottle Poetry Inc. Podcast, a creative project by Martin Anton Smith a NZ based creative. In this episode, I read part five of my Dystopian Sci Fi Novella, “Marcel Atkins – The 22nd Centuries’ Brain Chip Hacker” Lets begin!

Marcel again awoke up exactly at 6:05am, to Ulysses, that hairy Moses-like State hologram come alarm clock, hovering above him, repeating the words “WAKEUP ZILO MARCEL WAKEUP AURORA NEEDS YOUR BRAIN AGAIN”. His voice sounded at first as a babbling brook but if ignored rose in decibel to a thousand cascading waterfalls. He got out of his levitating bed and looked at todays hologram beam off the studio walls. He was startled as the hologram of a giant scaly beak started snapping at him from above. He had forgotten he had programmed a simple “Riding the Pterosaur over the ancient forests” holographic simulation to wake him up and keep him company during breakfast. He thought better of it and commanded “End ‘Riding the Pterosaur’ and begin ‘Betelgeuse dual star flyby”. He now wanted a relaxing start to the day, not an adrenalized Jurassic one. Marcel had burnt himself out yesterday with all his day dreaming of the times of his late teens and early adulthood during the Starman Reconfiguration of 2051. The heady times where the StarPeople vaporized the G7 and military on the G7 podium and then over a period of 7 years ‘acclimatized’ everyone on Earth to the new system of heavy surveillance, exacting unemotional control. He requested some double shot Tropical Zone New Zealand coffee materialize. He tried to not allow the overwhelming feelings that were rising up in him, the last thing he’d want would be a stress sweat to begin.

He kept thinking of the enormity of this Rebellion idea of his. He kept asking himself “How can I save the World? I’m no hero, I’m just a fool who was blessed with a high IQ, and good analytical skills, I’m just an overgrown teenage video game playing loser’. But he was smart enough and experienced enough, now he was in his early 70’s realized that everyone who had ever risen up before 2051 and done something amazing had had the same negative thoughts and feelings and still chose to continue the ‘hero’s’ path. He knew courage was not about not feeling fearful, but feeling fearful and choosing to still climb the mountain.

He had swig of the auto generated coffee and he heard a voice in his head – ‘be thankful for your fear – you are one of the handful who can still feel it and therefore harness it for the revolution’. He had learnt to treasure those moments when some wise entity seemed to talk to him via his thoughts. This wise voice had come to him as he had got older and experienced and learnt. Of course it was not supernatural, it was simply the best of him distilled to maximum and wanting him to make good choices. It was the voice made possible by having a hacked BrainChip so that he could like the good old pre 2051 days, embrace emotion. This Voice was the voice of emotional intelligence -Wisdom. Marcel had tagged today as the day he put an operational plan in place to begin the second part revolution.

Marcel had always thought what he was planning now in 2103 as the ‘phase two’ of the revolution. The first phase was when he decided to hack the StarPeople/Aurora interfacing BrainChip surveillance technology in his brain, in the early 2050’s while as existing as a willing agent of Aurora and the StarPeople. The first stanza of the second phase had entailed learning like a revolutionary in waiting. Because of raw intelligence and inquisitiveness, he was an astute student of world history, and he knew being a successful revolutionary required astute knowledge of people and how they are organized by the tiny few already in power, who held all society’s drawstrings. While times had grown different in the 52 years since 2051, with an AI embracing tyrannical Alien species in charge, the principles of how the few can dominate the many were still in place. Marcels knowledge would be crucial to winning the Revolutionary War of 2103.

Using his great intellectual reserves Marcel had made a point of being an expert on how the Aurora system worked, How the Viceroys operated and how they got their instructions, how the StarPeople operated, how the Monetary and Economy system worked, how the cultural programming was set up. In short, he studied how the Alien machinery of domination of lower intelligence planetary species worked. After 50 plus years of keeping his eyes open, and his brain self-hacked, he viewed himself as ‘StarPeople/Aurora Earth Governance’ expert. He now knew his apprenticeship was over and now he would emerge as a butterfly does from the cocoon, and put his expertise to work in the now unfolding Revolutionary War. He had over the last 50 years crafted edited and re-written a strategy to win the war. He now had a final version of what would have to happen to win the war for mankind. It would be known in the future as the “The 7 Prime Directives of the Revolutionary War – or in its man on the street slogan version “7 for RE-WAR “. “REMEMBER SEVEN FOR REWAR”, was the go-to ‘battle cry’ when the dampened spirits of the Army Rebels were in need an immediate uplift. This naturally evolved to have 7 equal replies of ‘WE WILL’. Marcel’s ‘ 7 for ReWar’ were the following:

  1. The opportunity to be self determinating due to the fact I – Marcel Atkins – hacked the Aurora Interface Chip in my Brain – Therefore for others to be free their Chips must be hacked as well.
  2. This Hacking must happen in two stages – stage 1 hack the brain-chips of a small and embryonic elite fighting force, so as to allow them to be independently minded, from there regather and grow the revolutionary army further in 3 swift stages. If this is successful, we will have a Revolutionary Army with talent and numbers to beat Aurora and thus convince The StarPeople to retreat to their home start system.
  3. The Viceroys are the key in the early timeline of the Re War- their brain interface files must be overtaken, so as to provide ample time for the Revolution to clandestinely begin destroying enemy infrastructure.
  4. Given the reality of technological and IQ disadvantage, The Re-War must rely on the dual masterstrokes of ‘surpise attack’ and ‘speed’. the War should not last longer than 17 days, and ideally will be over within 11-14 days. Any longer than this and the likelihood of losing magnifies and compounds.
  5. After Victory We must ensure that counter attacks are not physically or artificially remotely possible. There can be no later regathering of the StarPeople’s awesome defenses.
  6. The Aurora physical policing Robots etc. must be overcome by remote deactivation command from a successfully hacked Aurora system. Brute force is not possible given the enemy’s physical resources.
  7. After the War is won, a new system of economy, ecology and culture must prevail so as not to create another future alien invasion.

Marcel now had a war plan he just had to fill in the details to achieve all the points, and win the ‘ReWar’. He begun on point 1 – how to hack brains with perfection, whose brains to hack first, how to do it simultaneously and without Aurora knowing for as long as possible. He would get to Viceroys first, create a division and then forcibly reprogram them to avatar like Revolutionaries. There was no time to convince them organically via persuasion as Viceroys were chosen for their extreme loyalty to ‘dark forces’ – there was no way to reverse this, so they will be neutralized. This neutralization of the Viceroys and insertion of an artificial Rebel cyborg system into their empty shells would make the Revolutionary grow from one to 5, and then allow the Revolutionary army to gain closer system access to Aurora AI system.

Marcel had to act quick, the Viceroys would be meeting for their daily meeting with Aurora in 7 hrs time, he would have to duplicate his personality over onto the Viceroys Chips, add a personality variation factor so as to ensure maximum performance of this embryonic team. If Marcel does this correctly, he will have created a family of unstoppable brothers to advance the revolutionary way to the next stage.

Marcel knew there was only one chance to hack the Viceroy chips. Every Aurora Brain Chip interface had a daily micro reboot. He’d have to hack during one of the numerous daily a micro reboot that occur. This would mean he would have to hack the Aurora brain implant, upload the ‘Ghost in the Machine” i.e his personality variant he artificially created. He’d do the work in the 7 seconds reboot sequence, and when the Aurora link re authenticates the change would be completely masked. From that point he essentially had a double agent of the Revolution at his command.

Now he had to do the now not-so-boring technical legwork. He gave the command to open the holographic work portal, where he could clandestinely study for a weak part of the Viceroy Aurora reboot interface code. As Marcel had worked for Aurora as a tech who tested the BrainChip updates on live ‘test volunteers’ i.e Guineapigs, his opening and coding of files related to this would not draw suspicion. But a problem was happening. Planning a Revolution was a stressful event, given Marcel had hacked implant to allow this. This would normally be ok, as his coding would mask this file transfer – but only if the stress was minimal to moderate. This essentially meant he could not allow himself to stress out so much that he drew a physical sweat as Aurora would receive an ‘Emotion Error File (EEF)’ and then be aware his BrainChip is malfunctioning. From there the Robotic Army would be sent to deactivate Marcels faulty BrainChip and replace it. If that happened, they’d discover a tampered BrainChip and the Revolution would be over before it had ever truly begun.

For a microsecond Marcel almost blew it – he felt a sharp feeling of unease, and a sweat response begin, the itchy ‘pre sweat’ feeling. He had a trick to squash this feeling. After much trial and error he had found sweat causing stress reversed by a happy childhood memory. He simply thought of 2049, when is was 13 years old, and he had hit “6 Home Runs in 6 consecutive baseball innings, and the kids raised him on their shoulders. He did this and the sweat bead was stopped from existing in the first place. he was immediately relieved, and went to work. – he opened the VICEROY AI/Coding schematics in the holographic portal – The coding schematics of the VICEROY BRAINCHIP UPDATES were called V*A*L*K*Y*R*I*E for short – He and his ZILO config technical colleagues had called it this after binging on WW2 holographic documentary’s back 50 years ago in the early days of reconfiguration. the irony of this name wasn’t lost on Marcel, he just hoped to not repeat 20th Century History and be seen as was Count Staufenberg in 1940 – the “hero who didn’t quite kill the evil overlord”. Marcel’s Job was much harder that Staufenberg’s was in 1940 – Marcel wasn’t stopping a Hitler in his tracks – he would be tasked with stopping an entire advanced Alien civilisation. Marcel had always backed himself, but this mission was clearly facing ridiculously bad odds of success. But Marcel knew that regardless of success or failure it was always better to die trying when fighting evil than to live under evil’s yoke.

…………end of pt 5………pt 6 is coming very soon… in the near future…..

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“The Physicist and the Student” (A Skit/Play)

“The Physicist and the Student” a skit comedy, created in 2020 by Martin Anton Smith, a New Zealand based Creative

Background, a student is rushing through a university town, as he running late for an appointment for a job interview, he stops asks the time of citizen on the street, who unbeknown to the young man, just happens to be a Physicist, who is on the way to his lab.

Student: What time is it?
Physicist: That depends
Student: On what?
Physicist: Well, your relative motion for one
Student,: You fool, were standing next to each other
Physicist: yes but you were running toward me before, while I was walking – I must know your average speed up until now, relative to the ground, I will do the same for myself, and then I can the two times
Student: What? Two times? What do you mean man? Oh I’m gonna be so late….
Physicist: As Einstein said – times relative, so there’s a time for you and a time for me – so what’s your average speed, relative to the ground?
Student: Look man! I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I left my home in St Kilda 3 minutes ago, and that’s about 1 Mile away, now please tell me the time!
Physicist: ok ok don’t spin the telescope! Will you please use the metric system, us scientist all use the metric system …we need meters per second, not miles per minute – just as well I’m great at maths, I will do the necessary conversions
Student: Thank god! Now please hurry – I’m still late you know!
Physicist: God? Oh my dear boy there is no God- it’s all a cosmic quantum generated random event…anyway…ok ok I know your average speed now
Student: Finally! So what time is it?
Physicist: Oh wait, I forgot there’s something else…
Student: What is it now? Oh man I’m not gonna get this job I can feel it…
Physicist: Well Einstein also said Time is also relative to a gravitational field…..you don’t live in a high-rise apartment or in an underground bunker, do you? Because I live in a detached house, my gravity is pretty much middle-class gravity.
Student: I live on the 5th Floor of my building ok, now hurry please!
Physicist: (he takes out his notepad and mumbles to himself, as he makes his calculations) ok ok , so in terms of velocity, I calculate that your time is 3 Pico Pico Pico seconds slower than mine, and my time is 5 past two – so your time is 3 Pico Pico pi seconds less than that
Student: (speaking sarcastic tones,) Oh that’s a relief, I was worried about that, I really was if you were only two Pico seconds different, I’d be really really worried!
Physicist: Hey don’t get ahead of yourself, I haven’t given you the gravitational component yet!
Student: (speaking in resignation, )oh man ! please just give it to me!
Physicist: Ok Ok ok , Einstein said that clocks in a higher gravitational field move slower that those in lower fields – so you live A high rise so you gravitational field is lower than mine, so you clock moves faster than mine by 3pico Pico, Pico seconds….so amazingly that cancels out to mean between gravity and speed, our clocks completely agree
Student: It’s a miracle! I feel blessed!
Physicist: No Miricle silly, just good science my boy.
Student: ok ok ok, that’s good, so what time is it?
Physicist: oh it’s two thirty.
Student: Oh great! I’ve still got time!
Physicist: Don’t be so sure
Student: What? But you’ve just confirmed the exact time to me scientifically!
Physicist: well yes, but I always set my watch forward 15 minutes backwards, so it’s really actually two forty-five, in my frame of reference, of course. I do this because I prefer to be late for appointments you see, don’t ask why – it’s just a ‘physicist thing’.
Student: oh that means I’m late, I knew it!
Physicist: Oh your late, that’s great! It will show your not over eager, and if it’s a physicist your meeting you’ll be right on time! Who are you meeting?
Student: (scratches his chin in thoughtfulness) Oh that’s True…, it’s an interview for a lab assistant at Blackbody University, the guys name is ….(he looks down at his notes he is holding in His hand), Dr Cyril P Lightyear
Physicist: Why that’s me! I had forgotten about that job applicant, thank god you stopped me!
Student: wait a minute….I thought you said God didn’t exist?
Physicist: Just a figure of speech my boy! I can tell your up for the job, I’ll hire you on the spot, by Jupiter! now when can you start?
Student: That depends on Einstein’s special and general theory of relativity, sir – shouldn’t you of all people know that!

Physicist,: Yes my boy, you’ll do well in this job, your as quick witted as Richard Feynman, who by the way brazenly stole my secretary in 86! 

Student: I hope he didn’t steal your theories too? 

Physicist: Well yes he did, my silly secretary told him my theory of Quantum Electrodynamics, I asked her why she did that and she said something about big eyes and smooth pillow talk!

Student: Don’t worry doc , Fame, Money, Science Groupies, and respect of your peers are probably greatly overrated anyway – and you will always know what you created.

Physicist: True, I’d rather be a small virtuous, scruffy little known physicist on the  outer rim of the Milky Way, than some grandstanding pompadour with his head some stolen clouds any day!

Student: I believe in you sir !

Physicist: now all this science talk is making me hungry, would you care to join me for a meal at the faculty cafeteria? We can talk about your first day on the job as my forever faithful assistant.

Student: Sure, what’s the name of this joint?

Physicist: it’s called, “I’m starving in a donut shaped universe, so let’s all eat” 

Student: You Physicists have a great sense of humour, sir.

Physicist: Quite true, we are generally funny, messy and smart. Just ask my friend Alan Guth!

Student: oh yeah, that’s right, Alan Guth was the Physicist who won the “messiest ever office” award didn’t he?

Physicist: Yes, though it was very close between him and Einstein, it all came down to a single mouse dropping, would you believe?

Student: I don’t doubt it, but I hope that you are not that messy sir!

Physicist: Don’t worry the mice are mostly eaten by the 7 stray cats – I call them “Schrodinger’s, Mouse, Service”, they do a stand-up job, even though they are all, quantum mechanically speaking, half dead, half alive and living in a box. 

Student: and on that beautiful life moment sir Cyril P Lightyear, let’s eat. 

Physicist: Sure, let’s do it, but wait I never got your name…?

Student: oh my parents were also Physicists, so I was named after the “second law of thermodynamics”, and my given names are “Maximilian Disorder” 

Physicist: Well, I feel your pain, being called “Cyril P Lightyear” wasn’t much fun in school either! But at least no one found out my middle name! 

Student: what is it sir? Is it Photon? Is it Pauli? Is it Plasma?

Physicist: Plank, it was Plank – how terrible that would be , Cyril Plank Lightyear! What a name! 

Student: Speaking of weird physicist names, don’t you think it was weird you had your secretary stolen and seduced, by Richard Feynman, – as in Dick, Fine, Man? I mean the irony! 

Physicist: Yes, I am well aware of the irony, I think this is proof we are living in a simulation, you know we Physicists take that conjecture very seriously these days, in fact most of us believe it’s true. For If there is life out there, they are more likely to be intelligent, and so would create virtual universes in simulations and these would far outweigh the organic real home-grown Big Bang type universes. 

Student: (he says speaking worriedly) WOW my heads spinning! We can’t be a simulation! What about Plato? What about cognitions ergo sum, you know, “I think therefore I am”. 

Physicist: Oh no dear boy, your living in the past we modern Physicists have updated that dictum of Plato’s – well-meaning though it was. 

Student: Go on, continue, do tell, enlighten me, 

Physicist: we now say this 

student: Yes! yes! yes!

Physicist: “I think I think, but those odds are wildly improbable , Therefore, I am, a simulation 

Student: Plato’s motto was way more catchy 

Physicist,: Touché Touché – now  let’s go get a “ Plate , O , Donuts”  at the faculty cafe – my simulated brain is sugar low…and soon I will be called “Cyril Plank  Pass out” 

Student: (says somewhat sarcastically) Ok Ok ok ok ok sir, I agree with you – we must eat a big plate of donuts I.e. we must selfishly and maximally increase the entire universes entropy, send it hurtling towards a state Maximum Disorder, and so quicken the heat death of the universe, all so to to stop the rumbling tummies of a couple of space cadets like us, that aren’t even real in the first place! – GOTCHA sir, makes perfect sense!   

Physicist: My God, You’re brilliant! These Simulated Universe Destroying Falsely Delicious Donuts are on me! 

Student: , GULP!!

 

End scene.