Oh, science. What's happened to you?
You used to be so confident. Where is the science that I first met, the science that swept me off my feet and changed my dreams? The science that wooed me with flying cars and teleporters that were going to whisk me off to somewhere else whenever the whim struck?
Remember how we were when we first met? You made so many promises about how you were going to make things better. You used to tell me that you would predict and protect, sparing children from being tortured and the elderly from being robbed. Were those just lines to get me into bed? Now...you can't even erase the bad memories. You said that we would be able to conduct do-overs, and go back and forth in time, effortless as a foot on a sheet of ice, but I'm stuck living the same day over and over again, oh, no, not literally, it just seems like it.
What happened to you? Why can't we control the weather yet? You said we could. Where are the rejuvenation machines and the scanners that let us use small handheld devices that can capture our health in seconds and fix it a few minutes later?
All you've given me are more ways to record sounds, voices and images, more ways for me to kill time by entertaining me with games, games and more damn games, and more ways for armies to kill each other faster and are larger scales. You swept me off my feet with the speed of change over the last several centuries. And then, those decades in the last century, I thought...wow, science really knows what it's doing.
But now look at you, look at what you've become. Sure, now you're finding all these planets but what good are they if you can't get me there? And we're still dependent on giant hydroelectric plants and fossil fuels. Honestly, science, I feel like we've grown apart.
I don't even understand you any more. I think...I think I want a trial separation, nothing permanent or long-term, but, you know, some time apart for us to take a deep breath and think about who we are and what we want.
Please, science, don't cry. Don't make a scene. I still love you, honestly, but I feel that we've grown stale together.
No, there isn't anyone else. I love you, science, and I always will. You'll always be my first. It's just I think we both need a change.
I'm moving out tomorrow. I've rented a small apartment a few miles from here. It's not much, but I don't need much without you, science.
We'll always have the science fiction.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com