CLOSEST CONTINUER Jul 16, 2019 18:31:08 GMT
Post by rockefeller on Jul 16, 2019 18:31:08 GMT
Whenever Rocks is able to corner someone at a party or funeral or such, or even online, as say on Facebook, he'll try to thrust his political and religious views on them by arguing shit like, no way did three steel skyscrapers fall at the speed of gravity in what appeared to be perfectly controlled demolitions after only two were hit by relatively minuscule airplanes, and if you want to know who was really behind it, ask yourself who benefited. Or like, even if you buy that a single bullet was responsible for seven different entry/exit wounds, and that Oswald, a reportedly poor marksman using a crappy rifle, shooting around an oak tree made shots that expert riflemen from the US Army and the FBI, even after fixing some of the gun’s mechanical problems, and despite firing at stationary targets from an easier vantage point, were unable to duplicate, you gotta wonder why he himself was whacked while in custody shortly thereafter by terminally ill, soon to die Jack Ruby (who looks incredibly like Bill Murray). Or like, humans have evolved a hive or collective intelligence much more akin to that of insects than other herd animals so that your typical individual human, itself actually 80 percent composed of microorganisms, now ranks lower than your average baboon, octopus, pig, squid, White-Mustached Portia spider, whale, pigeon and even certain sheep when it comes to memory retention, and many problem solving skills as well.
So this cap's exploration of these bugs' collective mind was kind of interesting. Lots of insects pass information genetically. And so eating each other, and, in this story's case, the MC as a way of retaining memory isn't that far fetched. But now, three days after reading, Rocks, whose dimwittedness is never in question, has failed to retain much of it. And even if some more intelligent hive entity had eaten his brain right after he'd finished reading, it'd probably still have been confused as to who was who and what was what, and barfed him up. He remembers vaguely hoping the human space captain would hook up in some romantic way with the bugs thing after she was killed and eaten instead of flying back to Earth as a swarm of beetles and trying to rekindle something with her current lover. If that's even what happened. Relationship stuff almost always goes over Rocko's head. Still, no. Even though it's probably not this VC's writing or this cap but only just Rockski's inability to concentrate or suspend disbelief, no. Probably almost. Maybe the Bull will go for it. With all those udderly gorgeous cows wandering around in his yard, The Bull's likely more of a romantic. But not Rocks.