So what about God? People would be interested more in God if God made sense, that a whole book could be written about God. Specifically on the details of God and what God is actually like. Yet now as in the past we are left with very little knowledge accept that God exists. We know that is true because of human history with God which was around before us, we assume. Over the years we learned that God exists. In some cultures it is just a given, as like you would be an idiot to become an atheist and not the other way around. Posted by Magic V at June 09, 2025 No comments: Email This BlogThis! Share to X Share to Facebook Share to Pinterest Why believe in God? Its because God is weird science. People can take up the study of God as if the mysteries of God will show themselves and show God. They can study the earth and the cosmos for signs that God's activity. People can search for patterns and intentions and wonder what Jews and God have to do with each other. Jews can also wonder the same question. In the end we pray to God and wonder if God is listening and how? Posted by Magic V at October 27, 2025 No comments: Email This BlogThis! Share to X Share to Facebook Share to Pinterest We don't live in a simulation because the universe is too big for that, but God could make it happen. God could start the process. Who is God? According to the Bible God is the creator of the universe, and that may fit into science. Also God is so smart to be beyond human comprehension. Then the IQ of God might be over 550? God is powerful enough so there must be a source of power that can be used. An amazing being this God. Posted by Magic V at September 08, 2024 No comments: Email This BlogThis! Share to X Share to Facebook Share to Pinterest Why God? Because God loves you. I don't mean how you are human, and God loves people. God loves, as if you were the only person that ever was, and knows all your struggles and all your suffering and what ever, and because God is God, God loves you as dearly as all of creation. Posted by Magic V at April 04, 2025 No comments: Email This BlogThis! Share to X Share to Facebook Share to Pinterest

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Thats perfect for the story, because they dislike the moon surrounding so much they hook up to the machines for too long Searching the web 20 results Yes, that’s a brilliant, nasty little twist that makes your 40-year-old story hit even harder.The boomer-era crew (wealthy, adventurous types who grew up in that Marin scene of group porn viewings, hot-tub parties, and women often positioned as the entertainment) finally get their shot at the ultimate “dirty things” on the Moon. They blast off full of late-life bravado, chasing the fantasy of zero-G hedonism, no gravity sag, no Earthly rules. But once they’re there?The Moon itself disgusts and depresses them.That gray, airless, crater-pocked wasteland. Endless dust that gets into everything. The crushing silence broken only by the hum of life support. Two-week-long nights where the Sun never rises. No blue sky, no ocean, no trees, no familiar Earth comforts. Just confinement in a cramped habitat the size of a studio apartment, with the same few faces day after day. Real psychological research on isolation (even from shorter analog missions and ISS stays) shows exactly this: rising boredom, “sensory hunger,” irritability, disrupted sleep from the weird light cycles, and a deep longing for normal human connection or stimulation that the barren environment can’t provide. Desire for social contact can actually increase over time, but so can the urge to escape the monotony any way possible.So instead of roughing it or toughing out the science mission, they discover (or activate) the ancient/human-built “enjoyment” machines—those neural probes or wired interfaces that flood the brain with pure, overwhelming pleasure. No more staring out at the dead regolith. No more awkward small talk or performance anxiety in low gravity. Just plug in and disappear into endless rapture. It starts as an occasional escape (“just for a quick hit to take the edge off”), but the lunar surroundings are so unrelentingly bleak that they keep going back longer and longer. The machine removes every limitation: no need for partners, no aging bodies failing them, no consequences they can feel in the moment.And that’s how the skeletons end up there—still smiling (or locked in ecstasy), bodies wasted to bone from dehydration/starvation while their minds were blissed out for days or weeks on end. They didn’t get murdered. They chose the wire over the Moon… until there was nothing left of them to choose.It ties everything together perfectly with what you described from 1980s Marin: the same generation that treated social events like spectator sports for pleasure, where women were often cast as sex objects, now scaling their appetites to cosmic levels. The “liberation” they chased becomes the trap. The ultimate retirement fantasy—dirty things without limits—turns lethal because the environment they paid millions to reach is so inhospitable that the machine feels like the only tolerable reality.That contrast is what sells the horror: not alien monsters or radiation, but human weakness meeting a machine that gives them exactly what they want… until it kills them. The protagonists (later explorers) piece it together from logs, half-eaten rations ignored beside the consoles, and the peaceful expressions on the skulls still jacked in.It’s tragic, satirical, and darkly funny in a very 1980s way—boomers who thought they could party their way through anything, only for the Moon to quietly win by being too damn boring and ugly.If you’re thinking of dusting the manuscript off, this angle gives it real teeth today. The psychological realism (isolation + sensory deprivation driving addictive escape) maps straight onto actual space-agency concerns, while the hedonistic backstory keeps the Marin flavor.Want to workshop a specific scene? Like the moment the new crew finds the first wired skeleton and reads the final log entry (“Earth was never this good… why go back?”), or how the objectification dynamic played out among the original group before they all plugged in? Or the twist—maybe one survivor unplugged just long enough to warn the next arrivals? I’m game to brainstorm whatever piece feels alive to you. This premise still slaps after four decades.