When you think of the cells in the body. They all go about doing their business. Independently. Like busy little bees they all work away. No grand program running it. Just autonomous individuals all running around doing the things they think they want to do. And their interactions create all kinds of stuff.
The stuff of the world.
And so it was with the star people. The true believers. The losers and hanger ons as well. It was a big tent. Everyone was invited. All could contribute something. From the interactions something would come. The right events would eventually conspire and miraculous things would happen.
Surly that vat of vomit from the friday night dance party and others like them were going to be put to good use.
You’d think it would be hard work building a StarGate. But it wasn’t that way at all.
Things just happened. Robots and biological nano-technology did all of the work.
And that nigerian prince of the future fella, he was a great help.
When the StarGate is built and they have a big plaque or sign about the place standing in front by the parking lot they should have his name on it, that nigerian prince of the future fella, never did get his name now.
But he’s definitely one of the nice ones. That nigerian prince of the future fella. Helping out folks in any way he can.
Even sending them food. From grub hub. Special grub hub for star people menu options. There were a lot to choose from. And they all tasted great. Although you did tend to get real sleepy afterwards.
And then later when you woke up, your shoes might be muddy. Like you went sleep walking or something.
But the grub hub people said not to worry.
It was all a part of the star people conditioning.
Getting you in shape
For contributing to the big event.
Everyone would do their part. So eat up.
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