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Scent Marking Cars

Evolutionary progress and artificial intelligence made the car territorial.

The people had wanted more done for them,driving,having to think was such an inconvenience,when all they wanted to do was gossip and compare their achievements with those of others

Google had been at the forefront of autonomous cars ,but it was a rogue operator who introduced the virus to the AI software ,all the developers had approved and were working internationally on.

Without being aware of it,cars had begun to act like scent marking animals.Driveways became their own,certain lampposts and parking places were solely for their use.

All cars were affected,and in the open Countryside,it was perhaps not such a problem.Farmers and farm workers were surprised when their vehicle stopped and sprayed water from the radiator or sometimes from the window cleaning water jets.Sometimes a spot of oil would seep from the axle.

The farmers began to notice a pattern and favoured places were regularly marked by different vehicles from different farms. The farmers quickly realized that there was a form of communication going on.

Vehicles would disappear and be found in groups near a favoured spot.It was obvious they’d had a sort of informal meet.There were tyre markings all over the place.Some of the cars were damaged as if they’d had a scuffle.Farmers began to demobilize their vehicles to stop them from running amok.

In the city and suburbs though it was a disaster.

The cars began piling up and blocking roads,there was total carnage everywhere,no one could get on the motorways to go anywhere.Indeed no one could go anywhere because all of the vehicles became totally uncontrollable.

The virus had spread to all the vehicles and the only safe method of travel became bicycles,but it was too late.The damage had been done.Everything stopped and the realisation came that there was going to be no quick solution.

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Survival of The Fittest

What’s a topic or issue about which you’ve changed your mind?

Charles Darwin and his Origin of the Species struck me  when I first learned of his conclusions,as uncontestable.  Nature rewards natural advantage with survival of the fittest.

I have only changed my mind on how others interpret his thesis . The realization that what a simple mind may regard as “fit” is in fact ,totally unfit adds spice to Darwin’s original argument.

Actually,it makes me laugh,Nature recognises qualities in all terrains of survival, with every tool it can use.Some, look awkward to us ,eg.a lizard discarding its’ tail to escape or  a snail moving about so slowly to munch on greenery?Compare that with the majestic nature of the mammals such as lions,elephants and tigers who hunt and move with stealth and grace.

So when I hear anyone described as “fit”,because they fit what has been categorised as attractive,able  or beautiful.I laugh.Going to the gym and running marathons will never compare with the amazing ability of  spider’s to weave incredible webs in all sorts of locations

The only question I have with Darwin’s theory is about death, why is there a fight to survive death and do the non-survivors go through the process of death with fear and trepidation,and does fear play a role in survival.Why fear non-existence?

Or does everything always exist? So there is no need to fear death.Yet everything runs from it.

I’m certainly running from it,but mainly because I don’t understand it.

Still,that is not a bad position to be in.

Namaste.

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Out of Place

Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.

I am a dessert spoon and someone has put me where the soup spoon should be.I am so angry!

I hate soup!

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Unprocessed

Your life without a computer: what does it look like?

My life without a computer

Sugar making a mess everywhere and a raspberry on top of a spoon.I would have to look up and talk to more people.

At the end of the day,I would just munch through an apple and be grateful for not having notifications.

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A Keyhole Larynxdichotomy

What skill would you like to learn?

If the 6 week “Do it yourself  Keyhole Larynxdichotomy”  was available at my winter season community  night classes,I would sign up.

After completing my course with distinction,being a secret agent and having access to all sorts of World Leaders and Journalists and Influencers.I would do my magic while they slept and help them understand the importance of silence.

The operation is completely and successfully reversible,so once they had learned to appreciate the benefits of open discussion.I would reverse it for them.

The End(or maybe the beginning)

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Observation

Daily writing prompt
What details of your life could you pay more attention to?

I do observe, but I could do more of it and do it better. I will not however beat myself up about it , but will enjoy the process.

To use all your senses to appreciate the wonders of the World.

I stepped accidently on a snail today, it’s been very wet here and there have been a lot wondering backwards and forwards on the paths. I heard the crunch and realised immediately what had happened. There was nothing I could do.

It was a sad sight, and although they are not the gardeners friend they are an amazing feat of physiology and engineering. That is a detail worth remembering, not with regret but with admiration.

The deceased snail will be food for something else and the calcium and other minerals from it’s shell will seep into the soil and will provide nutrition and structure to it.

Namaste

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Celebrate Life Slowly

Daily writing prompt
What’s your #1 priority tomorrow?

There is something severely upsetting about using a hashtag in a prompt for a story. So, I am replying to

“What’s Your Number One Priority for Tomorrow?”

The above picture shows what mostly not to do.

It’s alright to drink a small black coffee to energise you if it helps, or perhaps any stimulating tea that you like. This is a good start and fills the time while you ponder your next move. The pondering is the important bit.

After drinking your favourite beverage. You may help your meandering thoughts by clearing your desk if you have one, if you don’t then consider yourself lucky , you have less dusting and more free time to ponder on your next move.

Tomorrow will come soon enough, and once it has arrived then your options will change, as the demands of the day begin to gel into something more substantial and what seemed a priority ,will fade into obscurity.

Yes, we can look forward and plan, but the car may breakdown, the cat may go missing and the lorry that you always thought was driven too fast when making deliveries has finally demolished the neighbours house.

But for now that is not your concern, enjoy the moment of contemplation, savour your dreams and aspirations, there is nothing to say they will or will not happen in the future.

Prioritise to celebrate whatever happens. Being part of this big World, and interacting with it and trying to solve it’s many challenges is the beauty of arriving at it’s next morning. Don’t rush it , breathe and look at everything with wonder. Your thoughts of yesterday are still with you, but reality is what you are dealing with now.

Namaste

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Of Course Hard Work Is Better than A Hard Shirk

Daily writing prompt
In what ways does hard work make you feel fulfilled?

Working hard is not a bad thing as long as it doesn’t kill you.

It’s madness to be obsessed by work and it will lead to destruction for either yourself or others

Work can be enjoyable and the thrill of achieving a goal particularly as part of a team is a brilliant feeling and should be recognised a such.

To work hard is so much better than shirking hard. We are only as good as our slowest team member and if that person chooses to do anything but the task they are appointed, then the hard work will feel a waste of time for everyone and the results will be much harder won.

If you are a hard worker and prefer or need to work alone , then that is your prerogative, but most achievements need a team, and it’s fun. A lone wolf worker obsessing is a danger to everyone as they lose their perspective.

As the great CS Lewis once intimated to his step son when the young lad apologised for interrupting his writing.

” Interruptions are good, it’s the interruptions that make life”,

So working hard is good and necessary some time, but we should always be aware of those around us and their part in our hard work.

Namaste

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Traitiness

What’s the trait you value most about yourself?

If a trait is a quality,then, from it’s  grammar definition , is it an adjective or some other grammarly term that is beyond me at the moment?

Please hold that thought ,I will investigate it later. Perhaps you already know the answer and you can advise me.

However , as I have many traits I value,I will have to say I value my traitiness. (Oh dear I’ve just had one of those horrible red line things).Never mind “Traitiness” it is.

Namaste

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Choreographer,Comforter and Storyteller

List three jobs you’d consider pursuing if money didn’t matter.

The two most irritatingly  economic priorities in the global western world.Writing lists and earning money are again the themes of the WordPress  daily prompt.My we are an aspirational lot aren’t we?

Still ,I have let the heavy chains of economic discipline go  and have floated to the surface of my tank and am breathing fresh air and here are my thoughts.

Firstly a choreographer, so I can encourage and develop fantastic dance moves and expressions of emotions and feelings through dance for everyone in the World.Make Dance not War would be my Brand logo.

Secondly ,Comforter,to everyone and everything in this World suffering pain and discomfort.A relief worker to make genuine relief possible.I suppose it’s a dream because there is only so much one person can do,so I think this job would develop into a recruiter of comforters,with the object of having a worldwide buddy system.

Thirdly,Storyteller,because we all need stories to get through the day.

Thank you for reading.

Namaste.

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