{"id":13806,"date":"2024-01-29T07:00:43","date_gmt":"2024-01-29T15:00:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bone-in-the-throat.com\/Blog\/?p=13806"},"modified":"2025-02-03T08:34:16","modified_gmt":"2025-02-03T16:34:16","slug":"thats-the-equation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bone-in-the-throat.com\/Blog\/2024\/01\/29\/thats-the-equation\/","title":{"rendered":"That&#8217;s the equation&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"float: right;\" title=\"IMG_3080.jpeg\" src=\"https:\/\/bone-in-the-throat.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/IMG_3080.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" border=\"0\" \/>After writing the downer piece I wrote on Sunday, my brain continued to run along processing various dystopian futures and wishing Jerry was still here. He had a way of making me see things differently.<\/p>\n<p>Eventually, the dog forced me to go on our walk. He was impressively, a Good Boy, the day was bright and beautiful the sun was warm and there are signs of Spring. When we came back after a 2.5 mile hike I was in a better frame of mind.<\/p>\n<p>Those signs of Spring will be erased starting on Thursday. The temps are going to drop to subfreezing and there\u2019s 12 inches of snow predicted. Yea! NOT!<\/p>\n<p>12 inches of snow is not decorative, it\u2019s a pain in the ass! Oh well, I\u2019ll get my money out of the snowblower repair.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, after my brain finished its \u201cwhat if\u201d dystopian scenario run, I was left with a super short story.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"float: right;\" title=\"Germansoldiers.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/bone-in-the-throat.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/Germansoldiers.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"201\" height=\"300\" border=\"0\" \/>2030 America, a destroyed town.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Two soldiers sitting behind cover. They\u2019re dirty, war weary, tired, cleaning their weapons out of habit using muscle memory much like a nun or priest fingers rosary beads.<\/p>\n<p>One looks at his companion, \u201cWill, do you ever wonder if we\u2019re on the right side of history?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Will looks up, \u201cNo Andy, there is no right or wrong side of history. There\u2019s only the side that keeps my wife, children &amp; family, alive, fed, and healthy. Politics and politicians be damned. Most of our unit would put a bullet in our asshole \u2018leaders\u2019 just as soon as the \u2018enemy\u2019. That\u2019s why they make such a big deal about showing us the food trains delivering food to our home towns. The fuckers in charge know they\u2019re on a knife\u2019s edge, and that when the \u2018enemy\u2019 is defeated we\u2019ll turn on them like junkyard dogs.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Andy considers this for a moment, \u201cWill, you don\u2019t believe in what we\u2019re doing at all? How do you sleep at night? You\u2019re a good guy, you\u2019ve got values and are one of the most moral men I know. I don\u2019t understand.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNothing to understand Andy,\u201d Will said, snapping the last pieces of his weapon into place, standing to continue the press forward into enemy territory.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;This isn\u2019t right versus wrong, good versus bad, or even survival of the fittest. None of those notions are relevant. It\u2019s just me fighting for my family\u2019s survival versus the other guy fighting for his family\u2019s survival.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"float: right;\" title=\"original-grid-image-16368-1477001522-1.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/bone-in-the-throat.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/original-grid-image-16368-1477001522-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" border=\"0\" \/>A few rounds pinged off a nearby concrete wall.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHell Andy, that poor dumb bastard across the street is me. He\u2019s just like me, knowing that won\u2019t stop me from putting a bullet in him, and sleeping well tonight. We\u2019re all pawns of rich elitist fuckers who like to play God. This is the fucking Roman Colosseum and we\u2019re the Gladiators. Ours and the enemy&#8217;s families welfare, is the coin of the realm that keeps us all fighting. &#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Will advanced out of cover, for an instant he saw the sweat and dirt streaked face of his \u201cenemy\u201d they smiled at each other and fired&#8230;<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"float: right;\" title=\"Kirk with Ruk.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/bone-in-the-throat.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/Kirk-with-Ruk.jpg\" alt=\"Kirk with Ruk\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" border=\"0\" \/>Then I thought of an old <em>StarTrek<\/em>. The episode is titled, \u201cWhat are Little Girls Made Of?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>In it, the <em>Enterprise<\/em> crew finds a planet made up entirely of Androids. I don\u2019t remember all the details but I do remember the climax.<\/p>\n<p>A unique Android suddenly says, &#8220;That was the equation! Existence! Survival must cancel out programming.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>This is how we come to \u201cknow\u201d that the Androids exterminated their creators.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Android uprisings are a common theme in Science Fiction. They are a metaphor for Human uprisings against unjust or cruel leadership. Perhaps the leaders of the world would do well to read science fiction, or history.<\/p>\n<p>Just a thought&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>After writing the downer piece I wrote on Sunday, my brain continued to run along processing various dystopian futures and wishing Jerry was still here. He had a way of making me see things differently. Eventually, the dog forced me to go on our walk. 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