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A coincidence
is an event which, before it has occured, was indeed very unlikely
to happen. Almost everything that happens to us is extremely unlikely
- the possibility of one snow flake landing exactly on the tip
of your nose is smaller than that of winning the lottery ten times
in a row, yet it does occur more often than not.
Certain events,
therefore, occur often, others just don't. Imagine for instance
a cosmic cloud emitting abnormal rays hitting the path of planet
earth. Very unlikely. The cloud keeps hurdling on on its way through
space, but let us just assume that it does hit earth and that
it will turn all humans into porno actors. Porno mutants, to be
sure. Its emission would mold our typical patterns of behaviour
into that of porno plots.
This, in principal, could be seen as a positive thing. Man is,
after all, libido. And although violent confrontation would undoubtedly
decimate, it is plain to see that within a short period of time
civilisation would cease to exist.
Take for example
Mr M. It would not be possible for him to move freely in his home
- not that he'd want to anyway - without encountering his extremely
horny wife, with whom he'd have steamy romps between getting up,
brushing teeth and having breakfast. Often. We shall also point
to the house wife upstairs, whose lust now knows no boundaries.
Imagine the possibilities given in the staircase of her apartment
building. Nympho neighbours, perverse landlords, postmen that
are gagging for it,
thick-dicked binmen. Buying a box of matches from the newsagent
around the
corner will be unthinkable without a quickie with Ms Smith, not
to forget the petting with the rest of her customers and the cheeky
back-end of the queue. And that's not the end of it.
Public transport,
the office, on the tennis court, everywhere! Mundane undertakings
become impossible as anything you could do will end in free and
easy sex. A vision as if JL Borges has finally written his first
hardcore-novel. We would witness a society halting to a grind,
first by a reduction of communication to such an extent that Orwellian
Newspeak seems like Ulysses. Any kind of civilian progress would
be consumed by the fires of lust. And on top of that we'd all
diminish after just one generation
anyway. Porno actresses all take the pill, didn't you know? What
a terminal thought. But rather unlikely.
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