machine

So, Battlefield 2142 came out last week. I’ve been playing it pretty fiercely. I think I suck at it though. Well, i’m not horrible, but I’m not great. But so long as I am playing I don’t have to think and I don’t have to want anything.

I Fucking… i repeat, fucking hate winter. I think my mood must be connected to the temperature/pressure of the air, cause i always get miserable this time of year and i don’t come out of it till early spring.

So there’s this box, called the Happiness Box. It’s more like a machine with cushions in it, not unlike a casketlike container in which an astronaut might sleep on a long space voyage. The box is equipped with electrodes and a life-support system that can keep a person alive for atleast what would be a normal lifetime. During that entire period, users of the machine would feel nothing but a continuous state of pleasure and contentment – no traumas, no depressions, no anxiety, no bad days, no failures, no unhappy breakups, no fears of impotence or going broke or losing face or getting fucked over. Use of the machine is entirely voluntary, and a person can decide to get out of the box at any time, even after just a few minutes. But no one whgo gets into the box has ever decided to get out of it. They all stay in for the duration of their lifetimes, smiling contently, their bodies withering up and going out of shape like a beanbag, eventually forgotten by old friends and relatives, though they couldn’t care less. They are happy. They are sleeping pleasantly through life.