All was in such a hustle and bustle: cars, taxis, skateboards, sneakers, text messages, and fiber optic internet connections. I was walking the world at a moderate pace; shoe size 7.5 (when I was wearing them). But as far as a New Yorker would be concerned my turns are not sharp enough, no matter how much everyone in Tennessee told me I “cut corners when I talked that fast”. Speed of step and sound producing Einstein’s Theory of Relativity. Relativity aside, the fast-pace lifestyle was (believe it or not) increasing at a fast pace. More and more over even the children in Kansas asked for Razor scooters – that came by so fast that the crave for them is now over. Supply and demand hasn’t gone out of demand yet, and no one questions the possibility of running out of supply. An indefinite mountain of supplies for the infinite surmounting demands.
It was like the world bloomed or perhaps exploded. There was human evolution 
and then there was technological evolution,
and there were times when most people could not tell the difference: Chapstick, eye glasses, blood transfusions, breast implants, In Vito fertilization, and the list goes on…
Until recently all this did not bother me, and like most people I let the electronic waves that filled the air swoosh past me without ever noticing their presence. But more frequently came moments when I started obsessing over the technological evolutionary process. I felt only capable of embracing or fearing it.
For ceremonies I deemed appropriate, such as root canals and tonsillectomy I welcomed that sweet technology in the form of Novocain and anesthesia. However, for everything else there was a tip-toeing fear around the technological progress; like for trying to figure out on-line billing and new video game consoles.
There was something very intimidating about the speed we were traveling. As if one false move and the world would become a high speed car chase gone terribly wrong. Collision, it seemed, was the only option. I got that feeling (of collision) while hearing the words nuclear weapons, atomic bombs, and chemical warfare. I also got it last week when I logged on to facebook and saw my grandparents had just friend requested me. My grandmother updates her profile picture weekly.
But this “tip-toeing feeling” that was increasing didn’t come from nowhere or just anywhere. It didn’t even come from my grandparents wall posts; rather it came on the 23rd of the month when I was anxiously awaiting my period. But as a day passed and nothing came I started to wonder about evolution. I looked at my tummy and pressed on the squishiest spots wondering if I could feel anything. I had been putting my faith not in religion but in birth control. After all, it was the motto of the nation; none of this idealistic “In God We Trust” – but in actuality “In Technology We Trust”.
And then, I bloomed or perhaps exploded. There was another potential human evolution out of a defective technological evolution. From that point on the world was quite different. No longer a jangled high speed, drug addicted, sexploiting mess with a cell phone in hand – but Earth was the name of a pregnant woman. No god – no magic – no mad scientific laboratory, just a woman giving birth.
A week later I decided to give technology another chance to redeem itself; I bought a pregnancy test at CVS for $11.95. When you take a pregnancy test there is a two minute wait for the results – but during those two minutes your mind is already made up. Thoughts of baby names, adoption agencies, and abortion clinics flood your mind; you feel completely alone. You wonder not so much what to tell the father – but whether or not to tell the father at all. Two minutes later the test said “negative”. I found my self pushing against the squishiest spots of my stomach again almost missing what was never there. Once again, backwhere I started.
All was in such a hustle and bustle even the world was traveling at the speed of 67,000 miles per hour just to reach the same point one year later. I watched young teenage women getting dolled up just to doll down with a lucky guy of choice. Yes, the fast pace life style was going nowhere at alarming rates. However, I decided there wasn’t much that could be done about it and let the electronic waves continue to swoosh past me. I still get nervous when I hear the words nucler weapons, atomic bombs, and chemical warfare – but I realized that actually has more to do with the human evolution than the technological.
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