Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Omega Helped find a way.

I like the idea alpha played on. What does it take to be a good person? Seems like the meterstick is within all our grasp,  just so long as we're clear as to the objectives.   For those of you who've read Siddhartha, was anyone else impressed that the guy who wrote it was German, even though the entire novel supposedly took place in India? Some would say his novel made him a good person because it touched the lives of thousands.  I'm inclined to agree with that, but lets also suppose for those who haven't read it. Is Hermann Hesse any better or worse to those who couldn't find his book in a library without it falling on their head? Having a net positive inclination to anyone who knows of you tends to mean good person. But the thought of someone living their lives striving to get the approval of others seems ludicrous. Yes, there are the few that genuinely live to recieve the gratitude and bask in the warmth of happy feelings by their actions. To those strangers who can easily lead "good lives," all I say is that you haven't felt the rush of mixed emotions attacking ones brain like an affront on knowledge by doing something terrible. 

I don't know what or how greatness is made, as I mentioned earlier. Maybe my aristocratic theory is right, or maybe I'm pompous; but the fact is the vast majority of people should try to be "Good." However, there is a small percentage that are capable of great and terrible things, to which I suggest to make the attempt. Be the savior of humanity, or tear all civilization down around you. Just change the story somehow to add your own footnote to history.

I would like to give people the credit of thinking that they also grapple with this decision: whether to be good and safe and quiet through time, or to burn your image down onto the page of humanity's story. By the way I write this, you can clearly see which titillates me more.

Because I kind of believe in different dimensions, (at least, believe it enough to allow it to suit my purposes right now) I'd now like to introduce a segment called "What Omega could otherwise be doing" Where I predict what my dopplegangers in other dimensions are doing right now to the best of my knowledge.

(If anyone ever saw Conan O'Brian do his "In the year 2000" skits, this is the perfect time to prelude the story with that choir voiced line)

In another dimension, I've finally completed the extensive selective breeding project I'd supposedly been working on for a Worlds Fair entry that would be in New Orleans.  In a room that had walls lined around with cages, I would seem to have successfully created a giant racoon. No one would know the virus I'd be working on in the back room... The  pituitary hyper stimulis Virus would attack the endocrine system of mammals to induce chaotically high levels of testosterone and adrenaline. For those of you who don't see where this is already going:

Super Villain Omega would be creating Giant Rodents adept at living in Urban Enviroments and infecting them with an Infectious agent that causes rage, unnatural strength and hyperactivity.

I'd make sure to make 200, releasing 50 at a time in staggered patterns to be able to react to any attempts at eradication. 50 in a City, 50 in the sewers, 50 in to forests, and 50 to continue breeding them for as long as I can. Racoons are very intelligent, are able to work in groups, tend to their young, are territorial, and already not afraid of people. That, coupled with the abilities to infect people; and I'd have my very own Racoon army. (Targetting the pituitary gland would hopefully stimulate most all of the animal's hormonal actions, they'd be sure to reproduce faster than their blind rage would kill them.) 

That's All for now.

"The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "save us!" and I'll look down and whisper 'no'" - Rorschach (The Watchmen)
( .....SQUEEEE I can't belive its almost out!!)

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