Easy. Being in the Resplendent Vermilion Domecities of Mars, where people dressed in rusty red robes and talked to their pleasant holographic neurocomputer interfaces. I'd be in a wondrous library of human knowledge, past and present. Future if you knew where to look.
To have gentle soaring spacecraft take me to and fro between my home in the knowledge-loving cities of Mars to the hardworking but happy forgeworld of Luna, to the sprawling post-scarcity utopian metropolises of earth. All very Art Deco down there, of course.
On the way home I'd visit the colonies, outdated by this point, but still serving millions living in the large slowly rotating toruses just orbiting around earth.
I guess to live in the computerized, but highly non-computer world of ReBoot? I would perpetuate my existence and sleep for aeons when the current world was too boring, or try to find a program to edit the world with! Or become the program out of desiring it.
I've been mentally constructing a series of towns on a chain of islands called the Sandalwood Islands, to set stories on or whatever. Imagine the Florida Keys... but even more libertine.
The first island off the mainland is Hart Island, where public nudity is allowed. Public sex is not, though. Also, their outfits tend to be unimaginative. Most people just go topless or nude.
Next is Stopgap Island, which is uninhabited. Hart Islanders go there to have sex on the beach.
Then there's Sandalwood Island, where public sex is allowed, in streets and parks and even in buildings as long as you don't make a mess. This island is where the greatest variety of outfits can be found; every day is like Mardi Gras meets the Folsom Street Fair (except not so much leather).
Sandalwood has two bridges that lead directly to Blouse Island and West Sandalwood Island.
On Blouse Island, pants, skirts, and underwear are forbidden, but shirts and blouses are required. Public sex is NOT allowed.
On West Sandalwood, all clothes are forbidden. If you cross the bridge wearing any clothes, the guards will strip you and leave the clothes in a bin on Sandalwood. Public sex is "allowed" on W. Sandalwood, the same way breathing is "allowed". The age of consent is 10, and polyamory and incest are... not specifically outlawed.
Then there's a tiny island just off the southern tip of W. Sandalwood, called Bacchus Island. There are many rumors about what happens there... but really it's just where W. Sandalwooders go to fish.
I'm whisked away to a world where I learn the deep control of the universe around me, magic or whatever. I use my skills to increase my intelligence, stop aging, and travel intergalactic space/time to enhance my skills even further. It usually continues this feedback loop until I'm some trans-dimensional god child. At that point, I go around planet building for shits and giggles.
Oh, you foolish man! Didn't you ever watch Star Trek? Or listen to libertarian filk singers? That always, always, always ends in oppression and misery -- or a totally empty planet -- or dramatic irony! You see, you learn too late that man is a feeling creature, and because of it... O:)
Oh, man, that's tempting but I am not mobile and definitely, unquestionably contagious. :( If you want to put me behind safety glass and hang out with Rik, though, I wouldn't mind! We can set me up with little speakers and gloves and stuff. Yeah, I'd hate that. :)
And we can squeak about 3 minutes of battery charge out of the phone, we'll probably call soonish or I'll have Rik write you now that he's up. :) Sorry about that!
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Friendly aliens grab me and give me a month in their unfathomably advanced brain and body spa, cataloguing every last bit of dysfunction and species-abnormal function and presenting it to me on an elegantly printed menu. I check off what I want to keep, what I want removed, what I want enhanced, and what I want installed. They listen to most of my requests, but the critter in charge of the process runs their laboratory like a boutique, and occasionally improvises for the sake of their art. When I return to Earth, my skin is some bizarre color, my chronic fatigue is gone, I can always think straight, and I never get angry unless I really want to. I'm completely unsuitable for normal society, but it doesn't matter, because I'm not afraid unless I want to be, either.
That, due to outrageous circumstance, I am recruited to be a member of a creack team of ragtag professionals who are destine to become saviors of the world thoug our ingenious improvizational skills, unortodox methods and undeniable sexual charisma.
A post-scarcity world where the reptilian resource-competitive mind is understood and treatable. Where parents aren't afraid to hug their children. Where D/S relationships are considered a viable treatment for OCD. Where extended internet-formed families can be together in spite of distance. Where pain is detectable and doctors cannot refute its existence. Where people have training in forgiving one another. Where people (women especially) shift their energy from fighting for social position, to developing self-respect.
And as for what you are really asking for with this question, I really don't have fantastical dreams, and haven't for a long time. I'm actually not very interested in fantastic whimsy as much as what can be achieved and I can experience in my life, here and now. While I'm sure this sounds gray-suited and anti-dreamer, I prefer to think of it as if I have been pulled out of a dream, and I remember enough of it that I have general idea what it was like, and how to get back to it.
I wasn't asking for anything in particular with this question! Letting people decide for themselves what they mean by a "preposterous fantasy" is half the fun.
I want to be recursive (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Recursion#Recursion_in_computer_science), but maintain a signle instance in time. I'm not sure I can explain it well.
Finding the way out. The escape mechanism that switches off the simulation that we're living in and reveals.. I don't know what. But it'd be interesting to find out, non? ^_^
I'd like to escape from this species and its absurd ritual, whether that means vanishing into a black and untouched shadow of space or being transformed into some abhorrent monstrosity. And I'd like the power to take with me those similarly held hostage, to found a new, menacing, inhuman world.
Failing that, I've always wanted to be the lackey of a cartoon supervillain, who earns a place by their side through an unprecedented lack of incompetence, cowardice, or disloyalty.
Transmetropolitan has some pretty close things. The idea of the lone voice of truth using the media to take the system head-on, and win, is this ludicrously appealing escapist fantasy. But the part where you could swap out genome chunks, quickly, easily and safely, to experience more life as other creatures, that's incredibly appealing.
Failing that sort of thing, I guess it would be nice to become a professional artist of some sort, living and working in Vancouver. Yeah.
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Date: 2007-02-24 08:36 am (UTC)To have gentle soaring spacecraft take me to and fro between my home in the knowledge-loving cities of Mars to the hardworking but happy forgeworld of Luna, to the sprawling post-scarcity utopian metropolises of earth. All very Art Deco down there, of course.
On the way home I'd visit the colonies, outdated by this point, but still serving millions living in the large slowly rotating toruses just orbiting around earth.
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Date: 2007-02-24 11:07 am (UTC)The first island off the mainland is Hart Island, where public nudity is allowed. Public sex is not, though. Also, their outfits tend to be unimaginative. Most people just go topless or nude.
Next is Stopgap Island, which is uninhabited. Hart Islanders go there to have sex on the beach.
Then there's Sandalwood Island, where public sex is allowed, in streets and parks and even in buildings as long as you don't make a mess. This island is where the greatest variety of outfits can be found; every day is like Mardi Gras meets the Folsom Street Fair (except not so much leather).
Sandalwood has two bridges that lead directly to Blouse Island and West Sandalwood Island.
On Blouse Island, pants, skirts, and underwear are forbidden, but shirts and blouses are required. Public sex is NOT allowed.
On West Sandalwood, all clothes are forbidden. If you cross the bridge wearing any clothes, the guards will strip you and leave the clothes in a bin on Sandalwood. Public sex is "allowed" on W. Sandalwood, the same way breathing is "allowed". The age of consent is 10, and polyamory and incest are... not specifically outlawed.
Then there's a tiny island just off the southern tip of W. Sandalwood, called Bacchus Island. There are many rumors about what happens there... but really it's just where W. Sandalwooders go to fish.
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Date: 2007-02-24 05:55 pm (UTC)plebian, but -
Date: 2007-02-24 03:25 pm (UTC)Become the West Coast Citymind, est. 2006, parent node San Francisco, main nodes in San Diego, Tijuana, La Paz, Topolobampo, Salina Cruz, Portland, Sea-Tac, Sacramento, McKinleyville, Vancouver, Port Edward, Anchorage, and Edmonton.
Apply at your local volunteer center to become an Efficacy Node today! 5yr svc, optional re-up, full medical-dental-vision or equivalent. Required biological rewrite, see contract. No previous experience necessary, will train.
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-Construction specialist
-Diplomats
-Scientific ambassadors
-Sociological econometricians
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Date: 2007-02-24 04:14 pm (UTC)Re: I keep doing this to people...
Date: 2007-02-24 10:09 pm (UTC)I'll give the second-layer-linked version a shot.
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Date: 2007-02-24 04:51 pm (UTC)And we'd have a nifty theme song too.
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Date: 2007-02-24 05:32 pm (UTC)And to be able to swim without having to come up to breathe.
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Date: 2007-02-24 05:38 pm (UTC)DARE TO DREAM
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Date: 2007-02-24 05:48 pm (UTC)Where parents aren't afraid to hug their children.
Where D/S relationships are considered a viable treatment for OCD.
Where extended internet-formed families can be together in spite of distance.
Where pain is detectable and doctors cannot refute its existence.
Where people have training in forgiving one another.
Where people (women especially) shift their energy from fighting for social position, to developing self-respect.
And as for what you are really asking for with this question, I really don't have fantastical dreams, and haven't for a long time. I'm actually not very interested in fantastic whimsy as much as what can be achieved and I can experience in my life, here and now. While I'm sure this sounds gray-suited and anti-dreamer, I prefer to think of it as if I have been pulled out of a dream, and I remember enough of it that I have general idea what it was like, and how to get back to it.
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Date: 2007-02-24 10:08 pm (UTC)On the third day: lasers!
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Date: 2007-02-25 02:08 pm (UTC)Failing that, I've always wanted to be the lackey of a cartoon supervillain, who earns a place by their side through an unprecedented lack of incompetence, cowardice, or disloyalty.
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Date: 2007-02-26 10:38 pm (UTC)Failing that sort of thing, I guess it would be nice to become a professional artist of some sort, living and working in Vancouver. Yeah.
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