The Last Answer - Isaac Asimov. The Last Answer by Isaac Asimov — © 1980 Murray Templeton was forty-five years old, in the prime of life, and with all parts of his body in perfect working order except for certain key portions of his coronary arteries, but that was enough.
The pain had come suddenly, had mounted to an unbearable peak, and had then ebbed steadily. He could feel his breath slowing and a kind of gathering peace washing over him. There is no pleasure like the absence of pain – immediately after pain. Murray felt an almost giddy lightness as though he were lifting in the air and hovering. He opened his eyes and noted with distant amusement that the others in the room were still agitated.
Now, with the pain gone, the others were still hovering, still anxious, still gathered about his fallen body –– Which, he suddenly realised, he was looking down on. He was down there, sprawled, face contorted. He thought: Miracle of miracles! The Relativity of Wrong - Isaac Asimov. By Isaac Asimov I received a letter from a reader the other day.
It was handwritten in crabbed penmanship so that it was very difficult to read. Nevertheless, I tried to make it out just in case it might prove to be important. In the first sentence, he told me he was majoring in English Literature, but felt he needed to teach me science. (I sighed a bit, for I knew very few English Lit majors who are equipped to teach me science, but I am very aware of the vast state of my ignorance and I am prepared to learn as much as I can from anyone, however low on the social scale, so I read on.) It seemed that in one of my innumerable essays, here and elsewhere, I had expressed a certain gladness at living in a century in which we finally got the basis of the Universe straight.
These are all twentieth-century discoveries, you see. The young man then quoted with approval what Socrates had said on learning that the Delphic oracle had proclaimed him the wisest man in Greece. No one knows nothing. Puddle thinking - Douglas Adams. Meat. I’m honored that this often shows up on the internet.
Here’s the correct version, as published in Omni, 1990. "They're made out of meat. " "Meat? " "Meat. They're made out of meat. " "There's no doubt about it. "That's impossible. "They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don't come from them. "So who made the machines? "They made the machines. "That's ridiculous. "I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. "Maybe they're like the orfolei. "Nope. "Spare me. "Nope. "No brain? " "Oh, there's a brain all right. "So ... what does the thinking? " "You're not understanding, are you? "Thinking meat! "Yes, thinking meat!