So, I just had a cervical spine MRI.
Wow. Those are… always interesting. Very much so, especially for me. ESPECIALLY for me.
My powers are fueled by energy, of course. Like all complex machines in this world, I require an additional energy source, like how a desktop computer needs an AC outlet, or a car needs a battery. And the greater the energy source, naturally, the stronger my own output. That energy source can be death- and it’s attendant energy release, or sexual excitement, mere exercise, drugs, or… technology, even. I mean you know, like my computer. I can “charge” myself using a wall outlet, or a plain old battery, if I wish. I mean, seriously. In some ways my own superpowers are akin to something like those of Bishop from the X-Men.
So. You can imagine what it’s like, then, to have an MRI. Especially one on my head.
For those not familiar with MRI machines, they are high tech tube structures that are used as medical devices. Patients lay in them, and the MRI operators use the machine to bombard the person inside with exceptionally strong magnetic, radio, and EMF energy waves. Then, using the information gleaned from the waves and how they interacted with the person inside, a computer monitoring the data stream produces a clean image of what the patient looks like, inside himself.
Needless to say, this is always interesting to me. When I do these, I typically inadvertently use the waves generated by the MRI machines to power my own magic, and I actually often gather data on the MRI machine itself, in much the same way that it gathers data on me.
It’s… weird. And complicated. But, that is to be expected considering that it’s me we’re talking about.
And- throw in powerful mind altering narcotics ingested by yours truly on top of all that, and yeah, what a crazy soup of weird, overpowering energies, some of which of course turn out to be extradimensional.
So… Ok, I just stopped to eat dinner, lol. So I’m picking up here again.
So basically it’s like… I “integrate” with the machine, and use it’s energy to power my own abilities. To put this in a way that perhaps laymen can understand, think Cyborg from DC Comics, and the way he resonates with his technological body. It’s not really “him”, you know, but he can interface and communicate with it, and use it as though it was an extension of himself, because of a strong psychic connection.
So… yeah, like, I’m Cyborg, and Bishop. I mean, with better hair, tho. I mean obviously, lol. It’s allllll about those silky bangs and those long, flowing eyelashes, people. I mean srsly.
But srsly. … yeah, you know? That’s kinda what I need, isn’t it? I need to talk to the Justice League, for real. And I’m not kidding. I mean, THEY could help me, right? I mean, figure this stuff out, fully. Or the X-Men… but, whatever. I’ll take what I can get, I suppose.
So yeah, I’ve had some super trippy and weird experiences in those MRI machines. I mean I’ve had dozens of them over the years (seriously, people, my life has not been that fun, overall) and they always seem to… open up new vistas for me? And not necessarily good ones. And the psychic vistas opened by for me, by brain and neck MRIs especially, tend to be weird and trippy as all hell.
Yeah, at this point I must strongly warn against ordinary people trying this stuff out. I can handle it, because I am what DC Comics calls a meta- basically, I am a superhuman. Essentially, a superhero (or villain). Physically, I am extremely strong and gifted genetically; I have an extraordinarily high IQ, and I have perhaps the most powerful subconscious mind in human history. So- I can do all of this, and interface my brain and soul with a machine, and be OK. I can walk away from it, unscathed. Ordinary people I suspect could NOT handle anything like what I’m talking about here and retain their sanity. I’m being serious, people. Very.
This is one of the reasons I am VERY suspect of this “New World Order” and all of it’s transhumanism efforts. People- I am unique, in almost every way. To many people transhumanism would be disastrous. Most simply could not handle anything even remotely like this, and let’s be frank, there is nobody else on Earth who can create an transhumanist experience even 1% as good as what I can create.
So- I can do this, and easily, but again, I am a genetic curiosity. I don’t think this is a wise path for others, and CERTAINLY not for the slow-minded masses. They would simply be overwhelmed.
To put it this way- I can go toe to toe with a computerized mind with no problem. Joe Sixpack likely couldn’t. His subconscious mind would crack under the stress. The same with Shanequa from the ghetto, and Apu from the slums of India.
Seriously, guys. I’m warning you!
But, ok, I’ve completely lost my train of thought, here. I mean, I have like a soda that I reeeeeally want to drink and… I mean, you know.
So uh… ok, question. The whole blond thing. Is that a necessary component of this? I mean… maybe? Like, perhaps the only people able to truly interface with machines and achieve a sentient godhood are, maybe, dizty blond types, you know? I mean… WHAT IF?
LOL, what the even fuck, lol. That might literally turn out to be the greatest irony in human history. Ha! Turns out everyone else was just jealous, maybe. Ha! Losers.
K, whatever. I’m like, thirsty.
LOL. I’ll continue this train of thought later. I mean, it certainly warrants more attention, and perhaps it would be better to do this when I’m more sober.
Yeah, k, bye then