I wish I were a virus

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I would make perfect copies of myself (mutations excluded) and get what I needed done. I’d have thousands of little minions at the expense of one cell, just one tiny cell taking one for the team, to give rise to 100s of thousands of little me. To be a bacterium is ok but not as genetically elegant, often times depending on foreign DNA (plasmids) to even make it in this world, much less have it be worth a damn. I’d be lysogenic, chillin’ in my new crib until I needed stuff to do. Then I could tell each new little lytic progeny “Hey, you!” (or me, if you really take it literally). “Go study the brachiocephalic trunk while I check my email. [pointing to another] You! Write flashcards for all the joints, ligaments and muscles of the thoracic cage. Yesterday. [yet another] You! Go make more of us because I know these two will start getting wild God complexes soon and want to make copies of themselves to delegate my tasks.” I would have no ethical qualms about being a parasite.

Until that happens, I’m just floating in the sea waiting for a home, waiting for a purpose, waiting for opportunity (some hapless sucker of a cell) to to come a knockin’. It’s a lonely wait.

This is the crap I think and write about trying to get to bed before pre-clinics at 7am. I am severely disturbed.