Posted on 09/05/2012 3:37:31 PM PDT by nickcarraway
A man from Chongqing in Southern China nearly suffocated to death after a romantic gesture to his girlfriend went wrong.
Mr Hu Seng had asked his friend to tape him into a box so he could ship himself via a courier service to his girlfriend, Li Wang.
However, the romantic gesture turned into a life-threatening event for Mr Hu when the courier company mixed up the address with another delivery.
The 30-minute wait turned into a three-hour ordeal for Mr Hu.
The material of the box was reportedly too thick for him to make any breathing holes while inside and he did not want to spoil the surprise by calling for attention.
When the box arrived at Li Wang's place, his friend was poised to record the event.
However, they found Mr Hu unconscious and looking pale upon opening the package.
Subsequently, paramedics were called over to her apartment to revive him.
He admitted, "I didn't realise it would take so long."
The courier company said they would not have accepted this delivery if they had known there was a person inside.
The spokesperson said that even for animals, a special container would be used so they can breathe properly.
That's a common misperception. As Ray Kurzweil will assure you, societal progress, the march of science, do not keep an even measured pace.
It's an acceleration. What used to take a hundred years or more now happens in months.
Time, to be more mathematically accurate in our description, falls.
Good explanation. If you have a rough time keeping ahead of reality, imagine the challenge John Semmens faces!
We have a FReeper of that name. Is he the whom you speak about?
Yes, it is he of whom I speak, the heroic figure attempting to write parody of the Obama administration.
I have a prediction to make. A prognostication that, like any sensible prophet, I will stipulate to occur beyond my lifetime.
Hmm. Maybe not. I have no plans to go anywhere just yet.
Well, I’ll take a stab at it anyway. Within twenty years, (which theoretically allows it to arrive within my lifetime), we will have the equivalent of computer printers that produce ...
No, not food.
No, not body parts. (Heck, we have that now! Stop interrupting!)
,,, medicine.
...
You know, like pills and things. A computer printer that will lay down, layer by layer, the constituent parts of the medicines that you may individually require.
That should save some money, right?
Well, ahem, a certain industry is not going to be pleased about this.
If you think the recording industry is upset about people sharing music files, just think how the pharmaceutical industry will react to people being able to share medical blueprints.
Well, I’m sure they’ll work that out.
So, November 17th, 2029, look for the announcement.
Bet you a nickle that I’m right.
Silent, Silent. Silent, have not seen you for nearly three hours. Please tell me you are okay. Next time I’ll go for the after possum mints myself down at Varmits-R-Us. You should not drive that car. Did you bring back a possum? We have have supper if you did.
LOL two haves is better than one.
Bob, will it make little blue pills? If it will I have to make to at least 2050.
Don’t tell me we’re going after Puff.
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Thanks Bob. Am cutting it out of the screen. Will use it later after eating. Want to have fresh breath for (heck can’t talk about that). I’ve got to go setup the billiard table and chalk up the pot passers. Eating possum is one of those special occasions like having Thanksgiving and Christmas all rolled into one. There’s nothing like possum fer supper. Nothing goes to waste.
Of course. Any medicine now known will be available through this technology.
One of the techniques used to do DNA research allows DNA strings to grow the next section from a soup of ingredients. In a similar manner, a matrix of precursor rods will collect and synthesize various chemicals in a very-micro format.
The clever part of the programming will be the manner in which the appropriate medical components are collected and packaged in the familiar time-release manner.
This avant-garde technology will be seen as miraculous, but the miracle will be short-lived, as even newer procedures will internalize within the human body its own chemical factory for effusing the needed medicines. It will be as if we have a new biological organ.
This newer organ will be programmable, to deliver various synthesized medicines at different stages of the patient's life, to maintain health for a lifetime.
Is there any chance 0bama will not be covered and he will not receive any medication or the new organ? May I request this be put in an executive order? Cause I'm voting Bob for President. Oops, am thinking of the wrong election. Sorry Bob. Hey, you do know Mitt though, I bet. Could you put in a word about an executive order? It would secure my vote for you, the next time Elizabeth lets you run.
I’m not that Bob.
I’m a poet. I would need permission from NicknamedSue to run for political office, and neither the permission nor the run would be forthcoming because of certain matters in my lurid past.
Bob, I believe you, but my spouse doesn’t. My spouse said until I see the poetry am going to not believe. My spouse said Sue is short for Elizabeth. Don’t ask me to explain. I know not where that came from. Still is saying Sue is short for Elizabeth. Wait, there is more. Oh, code name. Saying past code name was Sue for Elizabeth. Don’t ask me where that came from. My spouse is with the government. Always tells me, I am here to help. Then all heck breaks loose. Bob, my apology, I believe you.
Will pay for this later, though was worth it. Thanks Bob.
Thanks Bob. As from my first attempt at true poetry, one can surmise am not a poet. Some of your poetry reminds me of a long deceased cousin who wrote words of prose. She was published once or twice. I never took prose seriously, as is easy to see, based on what I placed out there. Yours is good, sincerely.
But the important thing is to have a message. Among other things, I like books.
For me, poetry is about capturing and expressing an emotion, and often, giving someone a view they may not have considered.
It also gives me a chance to recycle old jokes.
You never know. I try to keep it fresh.
Tune In Tomorrow
When you go into a theater,
To stumble to your seat,
You hear the music starting,
And know you’ll have a treat.
That is just exactly,
The way I feel each day,
When morning has arisen,
And birdsong starts to play.
The shuttered light is showing,
The screen attracts my eye,
The scrolling credits roll across,
A brightly colored sky.
As every day the show begins,
I sit back and enjoy,
The special scenes and music;
The methods they employ.
Who would have thought a cricket,
Would be a music source?
Yet when the light goes down again,
The stars are shown, of course.
They wryly wink, and stately stroll,
Across the up-built stage,
Where generations of my folk,
Have watched throughout the age.
Somewhere there is a Writer,
Producer and much more,
I’m tuning in Tomorrow.
Who knows what lies in store?
NicknamedBob . . . . . March 23, 2008
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