In order to transport anything, waste must come out the rear end. So it stands to reason then that a future I visited, the dunny was a device room to instigate teleportation. Rule was: do your shit and then you can get movement. It’s just a molecular readjustment of time space matter through macro-world conduits. As it turns out, our reciprocal mass is the same thought-wave that makes the bowel movement and just needs syntactical adjustment to allow a clean use of the fuel transmogrification, so we could get from one dimension to another in a more efficient manner. Now you know, do shit and go places.
Yes, it does sound somewhat strange, if it wasn’t all fucking true. I mean it. I’m an alien. That’s why I can’t drink alcohol, coffee, or sit in a room with people who smoke cigarettes. It makes our interface malfunction and therefore will have a bad effect on the body I inhabit. Human obsessions are strange to me. That includes obsessions like touch. I read energy through EMF and when people touch me, I tend to take on a little too much information from them.
So yes, I came to this place called earth. Thought it was such a nice planet with blue waters and green lands. I get here and find the humans have put grey concrete uniforms on everything to mimic the uniforms they’ve had to wear in their younger years and the seas are all polluted with human faeces! I can’t believe they haven’t yet used their shit to power teleportation devices. They’ve been flushing it out in hope that the whales will work out how to make teleportation devices. Is that why scientific whaling is so important? They want to cut up and eat the whale to absorb the flesh that knows so much about moving through alternate states?