I don't have an appropriate title just yet but just so you know, this is a half-baked fully-unbaked analogy about Sci-Fi.

Science fiction bears facts that have yet been proven.

It is not just a mere fabrication as opposed to fact by some non compos mentis psychopath. It is based on imagined future scientific or technological advances and major social or environmental changes envisaged by a sheer genius.

Science fiction is the mother of invention; science fiction is our passport to tomorrow’s world; science fiction is amazing – but I have no words left for it.

Now, this is probably the reason why I suck at essays. I take it to my presumption that it is of common knowledge that in these short pieces of writing, I have an unalterable perimeter, a miserable boundary where I am forced to pick all my dirt required from and all for ONE particular subject. I do realise that science fiction would have been a great subject matter had my noggin actually contained something and wasn’t perpetually in an intelligence blackout.

No matter, with necessities to complete this piece comes a full page of gibberish!

So, my mum and I were on the way back from tuition (my tuition, needless to say) when we decided to stop at a local (duh) bakery along Ong Kim Wee Street which sold fresh from the oven Chinese-like biscuits with soft, steamy, gooey and sugary fillings in it. Sweet and savoury – my our kinda thing.

At that time, the biscuit was nice and hot; the temptation was immense as “hot from the oven” is the best way to eat this biscuit, which has a name but I have temporarily forgotten due to STML.

Anyway, there we were, in the car, taking our first bite out of the biscuit and God was the gooey stuff piping hot! The fillings dripped on both our hands, coincidentally, scalding our palm. Nevertheless, it was sooooo worth it! Like I always I say; I live to eat! Just like my mum. Well, what can I say? I’m a chip off the old block. XD

Anyhoots, it was at that moment when it struck me:

Why do we need heat/pain receptors?

My brain cells pretty darn quickly fired one right back at me, saying:

Just so you know, my dear but dull-witted master with no noggin, heat/pain receptors are simply there just so you wouldn’t reach out to shake one’s hand only to realise that your hand, or what’s left of it, has been incinerated.

Well, that made a lot of sense but I’m sure some bright spark can easily come up with a watch-like heat/pain detector to cuff on your wrist. Wouldn’t that have saved all the trouble for the (Wo)Man Upstairs? I’m sure the omniscient Almighty knows that we would have cooked up an invention like that in no time. Wouldn’t that have saved US the pain and suffering?