The NGF Journal of Medicine

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Without further ado, here is the first edition of the NGF Journal of Medicine!

The War on our Future

By Dr. Ezra Cure

The corporate powers and Bretonian government continue to turn a blind eye to the environmental destruction caused by mining, and the suffering of Gaia continues.

But laying such thoughts aside for a moment, I wish to share some observations about why the work we Doctors do is so important.

I come from the eco-village of Preseli Hills on Cambridge, where my wife and children still live. Every day when my daughter awakes she declares that she is a Sky Porpoise. Last month she was a Lunar Bee. Before that she was a Sandbat. Her world is full of animals and she, in her own experience of reality, shape-shifts into different animal forms like a figure out of aboriginal legend.

This is evidence for what our Gaian scientists recognize as “biophilia” — the fact that human beings are inherently attuned to other life-forms. It’s as though we have a deep well of attention set aside for animals, a powerful but uncategorized interest waiting to be channeled into more cogent feelings, like fascination or fear.

What most of us have lost in our journey into space is this connection with other life forms. And we are diminished by this. This natural connection is denied by our technological society and our grittier human world intrudes to blot out the wildlife in children’s heads.

Lest you think me silly to concern myself with children's imaginations and our sense of connection with primitive animals, it is not just our kinship with "lesser" beings that is endangered, it is our ability to connect at all.

We become morose and isolated adults when we deny ourselves a childhood with animals. We become increasingly occupied with devices and things. We interact through interfaces and modes of transportation rather than face to face, eye to eye, nose to beak, snout to cheek.

There is an interesting theory, supported by a wealth of archaeological data, that indicates that the Dom'Kavash created the Nomads as a sort of "surrogate" for their own lived experience-- equipping them with energy plants and memory devices to go out into the universe and explore while relaying the experience back to a "player" whose neural system was connected to a device that fed them images and sensations.

The nature of nomad artifacts is that they not only contain large amounts of power, but they operate on their own and are aware of each other. In addition, they are always aware of their own location in space.

Thus, they act as a vast communication network that relays information back to their point of origin.

Evidently, the nomads dropped these artifacts along their journeys as a way to maintain their communication link with their creators as they ventured farther and farther out into space.

Even the ability of the nomads to infect humans was a byproduct of their primary role-- to gather information and transfer it back to their creators. In this case, the neurological experience of another life form.

The problem is, as our scientists study the archaeological record they see the beginning of artifacts coincides with a sharp drop in the Dom'Kavash birth rate.

Rather than exploring space themselves, the Dom'Kavash remained in their devices and experienced space virtually. Rather than continuing to innovate they sated themselves with what they had already created, spending more and more time enclosed and shut off from reality. Rather than continuing to work, provide food and breed, they isolated themselves and slowly faded away-- lost in a virtual reverie.

This is why we never met the Dom'Kavash. They were too busy with their games to breed and survive. There was no war. There was no bomb. They just forgot to procreate.

This is the danger that threatens any intelligent species. We may easily become too enamored of our own creations and in so doing, neglect our most basic needs. We deny our connection with Nature at our own peril. We must maintain our connection with the source of all Life or we endanger the future of our entire species. That is why, just when she is learning to be human, my daughter surrounds herself with animals. When we are in love with Life, in all its forms, we are at our most human. These other creatures complete us.

The Gaian eco-villagers already understand exactly what the Great Temptation is, and how to avoid it. We insulate ourselves from the creative-class dreamworlds and game-world economics.

These things confer a false sense of well-being, while denying real human needs.

We will wait patiently for all those self-deluding narcissists to go extinct.

We practical-minded breeders will inherit Cambridge as like-minded aliens may have inherited a few other planets. When we finally achieve contact, it will not be a meeting of novel-readers and game-players. It will be a meeting of dead-serious super-parents who congratulate each other on surviving not just wars, but the temptation of virtual worlds and video games.

For this reason we Doctors must protect the living Universe from human exploitation, because we are dependent on Her for our existence and we must protect our children's inheritance against those who would despoil it for short-term gain.

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