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this is very serious G.: You ever think about maybe you could see the future, what you’d do with that information? J.: I would study it. G.: Like if you knew you were going to have a car accident on Tuesday, June 3rd, 2023. J.: Oh, that kind of future. G.: What did you think I meant? J.: I thought maybe you meant, like, man’s expansion into the stars. In the year 2544 or whenever. G.: Man, it’s gonna take til at least 2610 for that. J.: If I were going to have a car accident in fifteen years. Is it serious? G.: The accident is very serious. J.: Do I die? G.: What if you do? Would you want to know? J.: Of course I’d want to know. G.: Why? J.: Knowing when something ends totally lets you maximize your time. I’d stop worrying about what doesn’t matter — like how much money I owe to how many bastards — and throw my money at doing all the things I really want to do. G.: Like what? J.: Like… G.: J.: G.: J.: Like read books all day. G.: You’re one boring man, you know. J.: I’m okay with that. G.: Seriously, what would you do? J.: I would probably – G.: You know what I’d do? I’d go mountain climbing. If you know when you’re gonna die, then you know you’re not gonna die in the meantime, so I’d go climb some steep fucking rock and I’d be awesome. J.: Is the future malleable? G.: No. Completely set in absolute granite. J.: Heh. Absolut Granite. G.: J.: I wonder what that would taste like. G.: It would taste like Abraham Lincoln’s big-ass nose. J.: What? G.: Rushmore, bitch. J.: I hate that movie. G.: Not the movie. The mountain. The freaking mountain. J.: I went there when I was a kid. G.: And? J.: I totally don’t remember more than that. Just that I was there. G.: That could be an implanted memory. J.: I suppose. G.: You aren’t disturbed by that? By implanted memories? J.: How do I know they’re implanted? G.: You can’t remember any of the details. That’s how you know. J.: Do you have any implanted memories? G.: First time I smoked weed. J.: I don’t think that counts. G.: Sure it does. J.: No, that one’s probably got memory dilution built in. G.: Oh. Yeah, I see that. J.: If you could see the future would you be okay with dying today? G.: J.: G.: Whoa. Shit. J.: G.: That, man. That’s the fucking question. J.: Bit of a doozy, ain’t it. G.: I mean, like, shit. That is a damn question. Capital Q and everything. J.: If you could see everything that would happen to you if you were going to live til you were eighty, would you be okay with dying today and never actually living those memories? G.: That’s like the opposite of implanted memory. J.: It’s like carrot memories. G.: Carrots? J.: Dangling carrots. You can see it – G.: — but you won’t ever have it. J.: Yep. G.: I guess if I could know what was going to happen there wouldn’t be much point in living it. J.: Well, I can tell you what’s going to happen in the future. G.: If you could, you could kill me right now and I’d be okay with it. J.: If you don’t slow down, we’re going to hit that train. G.: What tr– J.: G.: J.: G.: J.: G.: J.: Do you always do that? G.: What. J.: Truncate your dialogue in real-time. To make it seem as if something terrible has happened. G.: No, I’ve never done that before. Just kinda came to me. J.: Nice touch.
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June 17th, 2008 at 10:05 pm
My conversations are so boring in comparison.
So sad.