Here's a nice little Pollyannic transhumanist vignette/morality play about multiplicitous consciounesses that allow people to be several places at once.
Two hours and ten minutes later, Sanji and I were walking hand in hand along a white sand beach, watching the sun slowly sink toward the ocean and feeling the warm surf gently lapping at our feet. We would swim together, naked, then make love in the sand. Miraculously, no bugs would bother us, no sand would get in our mouths, and no one would see us there. We were alone in our own private paradise. We would enjoy a delicious dinner and a magnificent bottle of wine, and then we would fall asleep in each other’s arms beneath the shimmering stars. It was a virtually perfect way to celebrate.
Meanwhile, Sanji visited her mother in Delhi while I had dinner at home in Greenwich Village with my other wife Anne and our son Eric. Later, Sanji would spend time with her other husband, Li, in Beijing and I would attend a demonstration in Jerusalem for peace between Israel and Palestine. All in all, it was a good day, fairly quiet and uneventful. I wonder what tomorrow may bring?
(Thanks, Mike!)
