A jelly pudding
I possess a brain weighing a kilo of jelly inside my skull. If cut open it would flop like a pudding on a plate that my mom made for last Christmas. I walk around with my precious pudding judging everything around me. From a grain of sand to the statue of liberty. With my jelly pudding I think about the length of copper wire I can make melting all the 91000kg of copper from the statue of liberty, and how much I can earn from this If I can repeat the process year after year. I learn math to find the math which describes the profit as a function of the radius of the copper wire that I am going to make. And I search through the internet to find out the largest copper mines of the world which can just do that. Then I zoom out just to see it from the space just to see whether this is visible from 100 km above the sky.
Shopping for Apples
I take my jelly pudding to the shop, to go after piles and piles of packets of canned food. I access the memory catalogue in the jelly to see what taste each one have given in the past. And I select a packet of apple which has proven to be tasteful in the past. Not the most expensive one, as I am sure an extra little bit of taste it gives is not worth enough for the extra cash. And not the cheapest ones either. As I am taking the apples for my own consumption, and I would not treat myself so cheap either. Just like Goldilocks I choose which is perfectly in the middle. And tag it as a good trade, in the memory bank to repeat the process next week.
With the half a dozen of apples I walk away from the store, like I have made the right choice. Like if I eat one per day that I might get enough antioxidants which will reduce the rate of mutations happening in individual cells of my stomach, to reduce the rate of cancer and helps me to keep the doctors away from my life. Until the jelly pudding gets molds on its own and no use for anyone, not even the jelly pudding itself.
Walk down the Broadway
I walk down the road as I do not have a car. Which I think would add to my current troubles with my job and my so loving parents. It's not going to add anything, other than searching for parking spaces and bills and tax and even the trouble of driving without knocking down anyone. The jelly pudding comes to a conclusion that it's not worth the risk and put aside the car in the back corner room which might never come again to the living room. Like that old broken 🌂 umbrella I had years ago.
I walk down the road alone as I do not have a girlfriend and think, well, it's just the same as the car. A trouble from the beginning. The tax expenses and even the Noice. I might even consider a dumb dog would be a better choice. And who knows next year I might be the Romio that I wished I would become until I grew into the current version of the Manhattan man. The girlfriend also goes to the back room with the umbrella and the car. And now, now it's about the solo journey to the central park.
Manhattan Man In the central Park
Turning around the corner, I enter the park looking for a bench while everything seems to be taken by tourists. What are they even doing here? Don't they have enough jungles in their home land?, and wonder they are from Vietnam or China. What is wrong with their puddings? Expecting tigers in middle of NY? I notice the jelly pudding started to bubble while going deeper into the park and finally just found one, just out of luck. And started to enjoy an apple.
Out of nowhere a couple of pigeons come and join cooing for their fair share for deeds they have not done on top of my head. And I accept their claim and put some pieces of apple I am eating. And with a confused look they peck the apple and refuse to consume and fly away, showing that they are from the upper class of pigeon society that do not want my offering of apples. Suddenly a girl runs past me, and I bring out the numeric scale. Not the front one, but the back one as I noticed her only after she passed me, and try to figure out where to keep her? Is it a seven? A six? Maybe a 6.5.
Numeric scales
I look at the sky and notice it might even rain in the afternoon and temperature has dropped at least a couple of degrees since I have left the office. I need to track the weather; it's too much ask to keep all the numbers in memory for the jelly pudding hence I browse for a weather app for my iPhone with reminders of temperature at least four times per day. As if like I am not feeling cold unless I know the temperature. And it is a good idea to update the temperature analogue scale of the jelly pudding to match the numeric scale provided by the app.
I notice that the CPU usage of the jelly pudding is so high that it has started to heat up the system although its cold outside. Hence decide to return to the apartment to give it a rest and maybe keep it in the fridge overnight will make it just hard enough to carry on another day with numbers.
Paragraph from the Book What is time?
World of Goo.
You may have played the famous game “world of goo” on your pc or on your smartphone. And as the story goes there's a race between goo balls and ‘world goo corporation’ and building a tower and finding z dimension in the 2D world. In this chaos of goo story, ultimately, they reach the far away planet to populate it with more goo. And it seems sarcastic to think that we are represented with these goo balls, which we help to navigate rivers and build towers with.
And it was shown that if all the eight billion people on our planet were put together into a giant goo ball it would expand over just under one kilometer in diameter. And putting it into perspective we can keep the human goo ball in the middle of the central park in New York and it will be expanding only 100 meters beyond either side of the width of the park. Compare it to the immense size of our planet and see how insignificant we are on our own planet just in comparison of size.
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