30.EPILOGUE.42:  March 15, 2003.
"Knee Play."

        In the future all cars will run on air.
        In the future we will be able to talk to each other with our minds.
        In the future all our pets will be computerized.
        In the future the internet will be sexy.
        In the future there will be even less hope than now.
        In the future all my friends will be computerized.
        In the future people will actually take me seriously.
        In the future Diet Vanilla Coke will be free.
        In the future big corporations will give me money and things because they love me.
        In the future human beings will rule reality.
        In the future human beings ruling reality will be a good thing.
        In the future there will be less hope than there is right now because the species will survive.
        In the future I will complete my Brian Eno collection.
        In the future I will complete my Thomas Pynchon collection.
        In the future girls will not laugh at me.
        In the future girls will think I'm cool.
        In the future nostalgia will be so bad the generation gap will collapse.
        In the future nanobots will change my body until I'm attractive to the opposite sex.
        In the future I will actually finish reading the copy of Finnegans Wake I started in 1999.
        In the future when I laugh it will not be because I am bitter.
        In the future all the girls from Dead Or Alive: Extreme Beach Volleyball will be my friends.
        In the future I will still be lonely.
        In the future we will be able to talk to each other with our minds and then we can actually know what we mean and where we stand with our friends and lovers and the friends we want to be our lovers.  And that will make us sad.
        In the future I will actually know what the hell I'm talking about.
        In the future we will be able to talk to the dead.
        In the future we will be able to resurrect the dead.
        In the future we will make God accountable.
        In the future we will use asteroids and gravity to move the Earth out past Mars because deep down inside we are all very insane.
        In the future we will be able to talk to bacteria because bacteria communicate like bees.
        In the future I will stop seeking approval.
        In the future I will stop feeling guilty for things I didn't do.
        In the future I will get a good sleep.
        In the future I will stop waking up my neighbours with all the screaming.
        In the future love will be more than a neurochemical.
        In the future lots of people will die in outer space.  Which is more interesting than dying on Earth.
        In the future Monsters Of Grace will be released on DVD.
        In the future I will finally fall in love with someone who will actually love me back.
        In the future we will be able to talk to bacteria because bacteria communicate like bees.  And it will turn out that the bacteria are all smarter than we are.
        In the future I won't want to die all the time.  Maybe.
        In the future Richie Hawtin will be king of the world.
        In the future I will decide to sleep forever.
        In the future when I walk forwards I'll feel like I'm going backwards.  Oh, wait, that's right now.
        In the future art will matter again.
        In the future music will be so loud the instant you hear it for the first time it will make you deaf.  And that will be beautiful.
        In the future books will be so good they'll burn out your mind.
        In the future I will get published.
        In the future the thought of facing another day won't make me sick to my stomach.
        In the future I will run out of ideas and rip off David Byrne.  But only the good stuff, not the crap.
        In the future the here and now will run towards me and slap me in the face.  And then I will be young again.
        In the future we will discover we really are all alone in the universe.
        In the future everyone will blow themselves up.  And that will be beautiful.
        In the future I will finally finish the epilogue to *30*.
        In the future I will have all the answers.
        In the future my ass won't itch.
        And in the future there'll be faster then light space travel and also some sort of immortality drug invented and then I'll take my virtual girlfriend, a few copies of Gravity's Rainbow, JR, and Underworld, a crate of Merzbow CDs, and a bottle of immortality pills, and head for the stars.  And then you can all go fuck yourselves!

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