Alcoholcracy

It might be the year 2114 now, and I might be someone's dead grandfather, and I might have talked to my grandson about a book I read  when I was a teenager, and he probably wouldn't remember the name. I might have told  him that the book was about a world in the future,  in which humankind has developed a pretty progressed human reproduction technology.  people were raised outside families and they have created some alcohol-drug type of thing with no hangover and bad side effects. he might remember the name of the drug or at least how it sounded when I told him about it. toma ? soma? and they might have created something like that drug by now and they might have made some small progress in reproduction technology. and everything might be in some better kind of order by now, the time my grandson is thinking about some book that his grandfather used to talk about.

He might be sitting in a crowded bar, having some legalized and age restriction free alcohol-drug kind of thing. And he might be thinking about this book I talked about. or he might be really bored by the fact that some tall pretty lady in the TV is making a speech about freedom, and the power of the people. and his friends might be saying that things haven't changed much. they might be talking about the fact that they still have poor people. or they might be trying to sign a petition to save the last tree in town. or they might be amazed by the new artificial flowers that the city is planting in small parks. they might even be talking about the fact that the poor still get poorer and the rich get richer. or they might be talking about how the definition of power has changed from the time that their grandfathers ( me and friends) used to live. and they might keep getting their hangover-free drink or drug, they might be tenderly drunk or amazingly high. and they might kiss on the cheeks or shake hands and say goodbye and walk home. or bike home. or teleport home. And my grandson, or his friend might be thinking about a pretty girl while getting home. Or he might be wondering whether the world, someday can turn up like the book that I, his grandfather, talked about when I was alive.

Or...

It might be the year 2013 now. and I, might be sitting in a bar, a really crowded bar. With a group of my friends.It might be some fundraising event for some local political activity. And I might be drinking my beer. some young girl might be talking about how everyone should fight for democracy and how things have not changed much in the past 50 year or so. After an hour or two, I might be thinking about the fact that they have used the word democracy 136 times in just an hour or two. And I might think that when anyone uses any word excessively, the word would become dull for me. and I might make some jokes about how I think democracy and freedom can be as dangerous as religious extremism. My friends might smile at me. I might have a lot of other irrelevant thoughts. And I might clap and whistle and yell for the speakers. and I might keep drinking my beer. I might shake some hands and kiss some people on the cheeks after a couple of hours, and I might say goodbye. and I might walk home, bike home, or take the bus home. and I might be thinking about that really pretty girl I saw in the bar, or I might be thinking about a book I read when I was a few years younger, I might remember the name of that book, I might walk home wondering whether the world, someday can turn up like "brave new world". I might not care about this stuff at all. or I might listen to my music and some relevant song might shuffle on my phone. the song might go like this :

Democracy is coming to the USA,

and It's coming through the crack in the wall

On a visionary flood of alcohol