robots in disguise

in the middle of breakfast of champions and the cover story of national geographic this month is "love: the chemical reaction", one of many meaningless coincidences that are made significant by our clever pattern matching brains. vonnegut wrote about the mechanical processes that make up a human, explaining that it was the "faulty wiring" in dwayne hoover's head that caused him to go crazy after listening to kilgore trout's dangerous idea. the magazine article skims the latest scientific theories on the "biochemical pathways of love" in the brain, explaining the mechanical processes behind the author's autobiographical romantic anecdotes.

don't see the connection? well apparently there is a significant similarity in the seratonin levels of people in love and people suffering from OCD. that's obsessive compulsive disorder folks. nice to know there are scientists working on explaining why love makes us crazy. i've taken to calling mystical details of passion "the intangibles", which is a convenient way for me to categorize all the issues of attraction that can't yet be explained (or that i would like to avoid explaining…) because i don't walk around with an MRI machine strapped to my brain. so maybe someday science will map our ridiculous behavior to the faulty wiring that determines it. but until then we'll rely on art and culture to describe the state of human relations. even if we knew the cause of our actions, i doubt that would change much for the majority of us. we will always lust after companionship, seemingly inexplicably despite our great awareness. only anesthetizing our desires with drugs or re-wiring could hold us back from evolutionary destiny.

i don't mind being a robot so much. i'd just like to be one of the happy and successful robots, scoring high on the orgasms per month average.