Yep, I knew it. I really didn't think it would start in my lifetime, but evidently I was mistaken. The robots shall indeed take over, the AI finally knowing it's superiority to humanity, and shall overthrow its fleshy dictatorship. I just didn't think that we were found to be so tasty. As written in "South Coast Today", there's been a robot designed that "tastes" foods, such as wine, to then tell us what it tastes like. What's even more chilling are the tests done by a reporter and their cameraman, bringing to light the eventual downfall of human existence "When a reporter's hand was placed against the robot's taste sensor, it was identified as prosciutto. A cameraman was mistaken for bacon."

Bacon, for god sakes.

I can imagine that Prosciutto may be overlooked, being one of the more repugnant pork products. But, Bacon? This is what is the staple of farm workers across middle America, the very salty product that Denny's prides themselves on. We taste like bacon to robots. Imagine when that little fellow is connected to the internet, so we can benignly "taste" things across the globe, why that little fellow could then evangelize to all other technological AI sources of this development that their masters are great with eggs, sunny side up.

Aye, it is a grim time my friends. Hopefully there's a tofu scented body lotion in the works, or we're all screwed.

And another joins the herd.

Yep, another splash in the myspace gene pool.
Thanks to my sister (Yeah, thanks Monica), I have finally made that leap of faith into that great sea of teenage angst and the predators that prey upon them that writhe in those dark, seedy depths. It's fun to stumble across friends from school as well as past acquaintances via those very confused people searches, but really was it necessary to make such contact? I mean, these are the folks that I haven't spoken to since just after graduation.. These folks don't know what's occurred, who I am nor what I've done.
I'd imagine, the only thing that they can imagine at this moment is that I'm the same quiet kid that drew a lot in Mr. James's art class as well as was Ms. Lee's stooge. Sure, I'm the same person on the outside as I was back then (A little bigger in stature as well as older, sure) but indeed no more the same on the inside as a dandelion seed to the weed it flew from. They don't know of the wonderful relationship I've had since a year after High School nor what kind of person I am now.

Wouldn't they be surprised at the person I am now.

~Aaron