What game do you want to play?
We could play chase.
I could wiggle. I could twitch and wriggle. I could slide through your hands as you try to grasp smooth skin, soft skin tempered with years of easy living, lotions, and parasols.
We could dance.
You could follow me as I weave through the thicket of branches, sunlight playing games with my hair, gold and copper, white dust on the empty canvas of movement.
But the sun burns.
The harsh light of the sun can be filtered through the strong bows of the oak, passed on to the broad leaves of the gentle fig which spreads out over a bed of moss. We could frolic in the forest and be mindful not to roll on the bees. You might catch me, or I might get away, slip away, live to play another day.
But we cut down most of the trees.
So chase is hard to play.
We could play look at me.
We could dress up in all sorts of costumes, paint our faces, and parade about. We could shout our names from the skyscrappers and hope that somebody, somewhere, pays attention. Look at me! Look At me! I want to be all you see!
What if we don’t want everyone to look at us?
Well, we can play work.
We work and struggle and butt our heads against the system which raises us up and knocks us down. We can fight with other bees which may not work as hard as us, which may not need as much as us, who may not have the bills month after month that must be paid, have to be paid.
We run the risk of picking the wrong version of the game.
But if we pick the right one… if we pick the right one we have a full life time of success and happiness, right? We focus on the things we love. We build a better world by putting products out there that support our world without damaging it, that make life better without causing pollution or suffering.
Or we pick the wrong one and are miserable.
That is the risk of the game of climb the ladder.
It is such a small game.
What about Starcraft?
We can organize our armies and carve up the resources. We can use those precious, limited supplies to build more, do more, be more, have more. Eventually, with the proper strategy, with the proper focus on numbers and locations, on strengths and enemy weaknesses – somebody wins.
Then what?
Then we’re left with a broken planet. Then we’re left with disease, suffering, pain. Then we’re left in hell. What is left if the only point of the game is power? The best games don’t have an end.
There is no happy ending in the game of war.
So what game do you want to play?
I want to play Star Trek.
I want a replicator.
It already exists.

It is called a 3D printer. It is available in small businesses, there for artists to walk in, take their vision, and print it out into physical form. There are small semi-affordable versions for home offices, creative businesses, and home grown engineers.
It is the prototype. It is the start of something bigger.
You can download blueprints that other people have uploaded and build your own things. You don’t have to rely on your own imagination. Or, you can build something that no one else has ever thought about.
But I don’t just want a replicator.
I want the next generation.
I want the fuel.
I want a device that takes household objects, things that would normally be thrown in the trash, and converts them to ink for the replicators. I want to reduce our islands of trash floating in our cities, our rivers, our oceans and transform them into toys. I want to print out foam swords.
I want trees to climb, rivers to explore, and forests to shield me from the sun.
I want to play chase.
I want to play Star Trek.
Come play with me.
What game do you want to play?
