For some time I’ve been talking about upgrading human processes and behavior from a primate model – or, more properly from a hybrid model – to a post-primate model. I’m so deeply convinced of the importance of this that I’ve been devoting a good deal of time and effort to it. And recently I’ve found reasons to believe that a change from our hybrid primate model to a post-primate model would be in the range of a 2 sigma improvement… a very large improvement.
I was blissful as I drove past and away from Downtown. I felt light and free. My letter had been published, I had delivered the probe to the people of Chicago, and it had become an event. The important things had been done. I had money, knowledge, and 18 months to spend as I wished. Continue reading “Return Engagements: Book Three (Part Twenty)”
This line, which I’m swiping from Izzy Rabi’s mom, is something l’d like to write on billboards, bumper stickers and a hundred other places, as persistent reminders to all of us, that we should ask something interesting every day.
Notice that I’m not saying “Ask the hard questions,” or “ask a smart question,” only that we each ask at least one interesting question each day. If we did, I think we’d be much improved creatures after only a year or so. Continue reading “Have You Asked An Interesting Question Today?”
Harlan Robinson made it home just after noon the next day. He greeted his nephews near the road block; they had already heard about the destruction of the forward enforcement station and were glad to see Harlan safe. His wife Betty met him on their front porch, kissed him, and served him a lunch that she had been keeping warm on the stove.
“You know that the Bakers got some good photos with their drone, don’t you?” Continue reading “The Redemption of J. Taylor Mohammed, Postscript”
I saw Martin off and walked with him as far as Michigan Avenue (which wasn’t far from my apartment), then drove to my garage and got ready to paint my truck to look like a City of Chicago, Streets and Sanitation truck. I found an appropriate paint store and loaded up what I needed. It was quite a lot of paint. Continue reading “Return Engagements: Book Three (Part Nineteen)”
Form time immemorial, humanity has enjoyed the presence of what we might call feminine influences and masculine influences (which don’t necessarily involve one or the other sex). These masculine and feminine principles have jointly molded humanity, and our progress has required them both. Continue reading “The Feminine Principle”
A clanking sound in the back of the motionless van woke JTM. Before he even looked around, he reached for his opium and started sipping. The pain was getting bad, not just in his head but all through his body now. There was more banging in the back, then Harlan opened the driver’s door and got in.
“How ‘ya feelin’, JTM?”
“I’m in a lot of pain… working on my opium.”
“Good, but remember to go slow, okay.”
Continue reading “The Redemption of J. Taylor Mohammed, Part 4”
The Air Force brass went apoplectic over Dorothy’s column, with the rest of officialdom following. In the column, Dorothy condemned them for lying to the American people, of treating them like minor children, and demanded answers. She went so far as to say they were destroying the credibility they had gained in the war.
The next day, the Chicago Tribune published five photos of the crash site, along with a report on the authenticity of the photo negative they had and a promise of scientific documentation the next day. Continue reading “Return Engagements: Book Three (Part Eighteen)”
The two younger men at the barricade had slowly lowered their weapons while JTM spoke to the older man, whose name was Harlan Robinson. It was obvious that JTM was near death and meant no harm. The only risk on their mind was that he should come no closer; he would certainly be radioactive, and if they allowed him to touch them, they might be too. But, they didn’t worry for very long. JTM staggered half a step and fell to his hands and knees.
“I truly wish I could help you, son.” Harlan had seen death before and wasn’t eager to see it again. “But I need to know why you’re here. Why this road?” Continue reading “The Redemption of J. Taylor Mohammed, Part 3”
The World War II intelligence network that was being formalized as the CIA was put into action over Roswell some time in September. It didn’t take long for them to conclude that one of the “saucers” had been removed from the crash site. It was also obvious that it was removed with a truck, which then headed north. What seemed to take time was making a decision on what to do about it. Continue reading “Return Engagements: Book Three (Part Seventeen)”
