The obliteration of the species was accomplished in the
following manner:
1. All communication was cut off, leaving the people alone with
their thoughts.* The majority of the population killed
themselves off, being unable to entertain themselves on
their own.
2. Their voices were silenced by artificially creating an
outbreak of laryngitis.
3. Their physical sensations were cut off soon afterwards.*
This involved setting the temperature to a comfortable
setting, which felt neither hot nor cold.* This also meant
removing their vision and hearing using medication which
affected the brain's receptors to these senses, deposited
into the water supply.* The nerves were also deadened by a
gas in the air supply, leaving them without the ability to
physically feel anything.* This enhanced the aloneness, as
they could no longer communicate with their external senses.
With these three simple steps, it was possible for the species
to obliterate themselves, for the majority of people cannot live
without the touch (through communication, physical, emotional or
mental) of another.* Even more people cannot live without
communicating with their limbs and their five senses. Stuck
alone in their own brains, with no relief from their internal
sorrow, not knowing if they are touching anything, seeing
anything, hearing anything, smelling anything or tasting
anything, the strain is unbearable. This was easy for, as we
have learned, the human race, with only a small percentage of
exceptions, has never learned the art of internal dialogue.
_*The Art of Internal Dialogue*_ What is the art of internal
dialogue?* Monks for thousands of years have been working on
this dilemma, as have psychologists for only the past few
decades.* There are some answers to this question, some
practical solutions to the problem of a troubled internal
dialogue, but they are mostly buried in old religious texts
designed for the monastics of a particular religion. (for some
of the techniques will render a person crazy if not followed
properly, with proper instruction). [random story written on a
battery powered electronic typewriter I brought with me to the
library, Sept 30, 2002 at 1:52pm)
