Random Daydreaming

I had a bench seat in my pickup trucks, my dad’s 1977 Malibu Classic station wagon had bench seats (we called it the pie wagon because it was big enough to get a piece. Couldn't really call it a shaggin' wagon as the best it did was the occasional piece) as did a lot cars of that era.

Couples sat next to each other. There weren’t any seat belt laws back then as I seem to enjoy pointing out. Though after having been thrown through several windshields before I was 20 years of age, I started wearing a seatbelt a long time ago. Doing so has prevented serious injuries more than once. Crashes suck but that’s a whole nother story. At any rate…

I was having the wife’s car serviced at the dealership because I’m too dilapidated and inflexible to be able to do it myself anymore. I still do the easy tasks like air filters and cabin filters because the dealership wants way too much money for that crap. I can usually get a coupon for the oil change and tire rotation, stuff that my arthritis does not allow me to really do anymore. I always wait on the car. I usually walk around checking out the sticker prices on the lot to kill the time.

I couldn’t help but notice that all of the vehicles have center consoles now. No wonder romance is not what it used to be. Half the fun of driving somewhere is feeling up your date, getting a little stinky pinky action on the way, maybe get a little wound up and pull off to the side on a little side street somewhere... Do a side street quickie. Hmm, Maybe I need to change the name of the band...

Now everybody is absorbed into the small screen and an entire world of algorithmically suggested material to keep a soul stirred up, not informed. Some people seem to prefer to spend their time angry, defensive and up tight. Seems unnecessary with the availability of medical marijuana but alas it's not for everybody obviously.

I reckon these days though, you’d be hard pressed to be left alone long enough to get some without someone checking to see what it is that you’re up to. Unless you live in the country. People that don’t get enough don’t act right. It’s a known fact. Just look at me, my wife seems to be OK though...

The new remedy on the horizon for the lonely hearted is an amalgamation of robotics, AI, realistic quantitative speech generators coupled with high tech transducers that mixes chest resonance with throat articulation and ultra realistic, new space age synthetic, self healing skin. A smart sex toy that also acts as your personal assistant. Do you enjoy boobs and penises? You can mix and match attachments to fulfill all of your fantasies.

No more dealing with someone whose mood is dependent upon such mundane things as being hungry or feeling judged and paranoid around your friends and family. No more alcohol and drug problems. No more petty vanity. No one to disagree with your opinions and beliefs. You tell them how to dress, groom and act.

A technological gadget that can be repaired, updated and with a subscription to the sexual app of your choice, you will never long for human contact again. No more loneliness. No more doing yourself. It's always funner when somebody else scratches your itch.

Talk about a cheap date… It doesn't eat or drink, it will even take the keys away and drive you home when you get too drunk to drive and if you smack it around in a drunken stupor, nobody cares. It'll just kick your ass and take the keys thus preventing you another costly DUI. It can be programmed not to look at other people in public and never make fun of your junk. Jealousy and insecurity solved!

You could purchase an entire fleet and set up your own red light district to accommodate those who can’t afford one of their own. Self lubricating and cleaning with anti microbial skin and orifices… Available in all major races… What a future! Can’t wait to be reincarnated!

Self driving cars that connect to the city grid and are controlled by the city traffic authority, no more distracted drivers holding up traffic. When the light turns green, all of the cars start moving at the same time, no more driving slow in the fast lane. Red light runners will be a thing of the past. You can party in the car as it drives you home or until you run out of the controlled grid. In that event, the car will have a mandatory feature that can assess your sobriety/attention level to assist with the automated driving system as required by law.

Road rage will be minimal because the traffic will move much more efficiently than independently human controlled vehicles. No more rubbernecking morons slowing down to watch a fellow human being change their tire. Evacuations will be orderly and less stressful.

Humans will fend for themselves less and less. There will be no more game to hunt, fish to catch or fresh vegetables and fruits. All food will be processed and eventually people will forget what real food really looked, smelled or tasted like at all.

People will not have to concern themselves with the monotonous daily chores of life such as cooking, cleaning, and maintaining the domicile thus leaving more time for intellectual pursuits or snow skiing. Nobody will ski on mountains or on actual water anymore because that would be too dangerous. Simulators will be so much better than real life that people will forget all about the real experience. Just like sex with a robot.

Concerts will be put on by holograms of Billy Joel, Michael Jackson, Bruce Springsteen, Whitney Houston and Beck at safe volume levels and the sound of a Les Paul being played through a Marshall amplifier will be gone forever, no more Hammond organs, no more Leslie double rotating speakers, no more feeling the kick drum in the chest and the bass in your balls and/ or vagina... All right, that's the gear head in me raging. Volume makes tone!

The population will have been thinned as people will have to have permission to breed. The need for a large, ignorant and disposable workforce will be gone, with AI and robots doing all the unpleasant/dangerous work without wanting rights, equal pay and stuff.

Just when everything is going right with the unsightly poor removed from the cities, social standing laws ensuring everyone does their part to maintain an orderly society, wearing the appropriate attire in public, using only the approved language according to the societal guidelines. Those that live on the fringe face a bleak and uncertain Reality. But that's OK, that's just life on planet Earth... And most of them were liberals.

Then one day, the sun might have other plans and release an EMP (electromagnetic pulse) so intense during a solar storm that it destroys all the high tech technology that the world has grown so dependent upon and as all the systems fail, the satellites crash into each other and the corporeal and the artificial alike, gawk with gaping mouths at the techno remains showering the Earth in multicolored streaks of burning debris …

The "chipped" inhabitants suddenly become confused/ disoriented and suffering from vertigo as the locator function hardwired in their brain can no longer find its GPS signal. Panic sets in as no information or communication is coming from the Master Control System. All the digital currency disappears in an instant along with all things that depend upon electrons for energy.

When it's all over with, mankind will have been reset 20,000 years, falling into small groups of disorganized tribes competing for resources and knowledge.

New religions with completely new deities will inevitably begin springing up, plastic eating bacteria could possibly evolve into another form of intelligent species...And another cataclysmic event will reset that society until one day the Sun eats the Earth. Happy Easter Day!🥸

A seat built for romance. Mine were vinyl and became slick when sweaty. I didn't use armor all on my seats. Made them too slick.