laboratory ~Out of comical curiosity, I looked back to see when our Whangdoodling began and to the moment when I found out that you are the Master. Mind you, it didn't take some crazy long time to find this, it was fairly quick. Anyway, the conversation was comical. I mentioned having a place called Mastery of Pies. We agreed that this was a good name for a cafe. You said there would be no costs because the staff would be indentured Whangdoodles.
I replied "...except for the pie maker [which is me]. There can only be one master!"
To which you said, "Lol. Yes. One master, and one pie maker."
To which I inquired, "And? Who is the master?"
Your reply, "Why me, of course? I thought that went without saying?"
And my response to this was, "Well, that's a relief! Just don't try to be the master of my kitchen." lol
I saved the image you included so I could zoom in on different parts of it. I also visited the website and also clicked on what it'd look like in 2029. Very interesting! I'm actually kinda surprised the the 2029 projection didn't look much worse. There are a lot of concerning things on there. Although it might not seem as concerning as some other areas, one of the things that concerns me is health care. I was looking at the health care portion and thinking about how those expenses can be diabolical. Dad was in the hospital 3 times before he passed away. The first time, they claimed there was nothing wrong with him. He continued to decline after he got back home. He couldn't even get out of bed (he was 69, btw). We went back about a month later, he was unable to walk by that point and had to be carried out by the EMS. It was during this visit that the hospital revealed that his health was in a terrible state. He was sent to a bigger hospital in the nearest city. He passed away not long after this. Just goes to show you can't trust the health care system! They still wanted an outlandish amount of money for the hospital bills, even though he wasn't in there very long. Fortunately, dad was a veteran and so that helped immensely with the expenses.
Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, if you ever have to end up in the hospital, I think we should consider a rescue plan! I'll arrive at the hospital with special types of clocks that send out warnings to health care providers that they must accurately diagnose you and not inject you with any deadly, nefarious substances...or else, we'll have to perform a rescue mission. Actually, we probably should just perform a rescue mission anyway. It must be done before they realize who you really are... the Master! After they find out, they may try to take you to some underground experiment center or to somewhere where they would do a "brain suck" (I got that term from Xfiles, the feds did that to a very smart scientist in an episode called Soft Light). Don't worry, you'd be outta there in no time! I refuse to be called the Chieftess if I'm unable to accomplish this mission!
Btw, if it's the Chieftess who gets sick, just send me to the medicine man/woman.
Oh, another thing about that Xfiles episode, that scientist said this, “My shadow isn’t mine. It’s like a black hole. It splits molecules into component atoms. It unzips electrons from their orbits, reduces matter into pure energy.” Hmmm
Yet another useful tool against our nefarious enemies?
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