“I walked into my secret laboratory behind my bookshelf,” I read on, “I plugged every cord in, typed in my requested destination, and I was teleported!” “My creation had worked,” I continued, “I had just discovered how to teleport around the world.” I looked around at all the publishers surrounding the table; just praying one of them liked it. They all stood up and clapped for me! “Let’s go to my office,” one man suggested, “so we can get this masterpiece published and shipped out already!” I was overjoyed! But this was no ordinary man. He was the publisher for Best Books Inc. “It would be an honor!” I told him. I couldn’t believe that I was getting my first book published.
15 years later… “Happy Birthday, Noah,” Katie exclaimed, “I hope you have the best day ever!” It was my 26th birthday. My sister and housemate, Katie, had bought a huge cake, which she claimed she baked herself. Today was the day we moved into our new house. There was 50 acres of land all to us. After my first book was released when I was 11 years old, I had become an overnight billionaire! I was famous around the world. Everyone knew who I was; which was awesome! The phone started ringing. I hit speaker. “Hello is this Noah Loehr?” an unfamiliar voice asked. “Yes,” I replied, “who is this?” He told me about a top secret project he was working on. “Would you like to be a participant?” He asked. There was some silence on my end of the line. “I’d love to!” I told him.
I was flown to California. I was taken to a laboratory in the middle of a desert that looked remarkably similar to the one I had envisioned while writing my book, The Teleportation Device. “Hello Sir, I’m Dr. Marin” one scientist exclaimed almost too happily, “we are exceedingly ecstatic that ...
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...arted going insane. I knocked over one of the aisles. I grabbed the cash register and through it at the glass door. It broke into a million pieces. I grabbed a box of matches and ran outside. I grabbed a gas hose and started spraying the building. Once it was almost completely covered in gasoline, I lit a match and through it at the building. I ducked into the fetal position. The building exploded. A piece of sharp glass started flying at me at full speed.
“Hello… Noah?” I heard, “Would you like to participate in our experiment or not?” My daydream stopped. Everything that had happened was being imagined. Somehow my mind had made it all up. I could have sworn it was real-the laboratory, the explosion, and all the pain. But it was all in my head. “No thank you!” I quickly responded. I hung up the phone, ran straight into the kitchen, and celebrated my 26th birthday.
Books: a group of blank white pages where authors record memories, reveal what they imagined, and take us along on a ride through their minds. These past few weeks, I had been reading two popular novels that did in fact take me on that journey: The Outsiders written by S.E. Hinton, and Miracle’s Boys by Jacqueline Woodson. In no uncertain terms, I did notice that these two books could be compared to one another. Although these are two separate books, written by two different authors with separate journeys, they actually have great similarities and differences in the characters and plot.
Every book has a theme; some more powerful than others. In the story “Trurl’s Machine,” written by polish author, Stanislaw Lem, you join engineers, Trurl and Klapaucius, on the run from a not-so-dumb thinking machine. Be determined,be brave, and be prepared to destroy your creations, for the outcome of not doing so may be catastrophic.
Burro Genius, Book One: The author Victor Villasenor first starts this memoir by telling his readers how dedicated he is to writing his book and how a close friend had told him to give up writing how he had no talent. Yet, he didn’t want to give up writing, he had put so much hard work and energy in his writing he just didn’t want to give up. He had gotten 256 rejections before he became published author. He didn’t care if not a lot of people had reviewed or read his book. All what mattered is he was happy about was getting published. Then one day his agent told him to go to an English teacher convention where authors had talked about their books and give workshops. He was kind of scared about going due to him not having no idea what to do
Wells, H. G. “The Time Machine.” The Complete Short Stories of H. G. Wells. London: Ernest Benn Limited, 1966. 9-91. Print.
Current research shows that mental events cause physical events, and scientists believe examining single nerves is the key to understanding how the brain works as a complete unit. Understanding the brain at the nerve cell level will allow scientists to understand how human consciousness works (Blakeslee, 1992). Furthermore, the brain's thalamus is identified as the possible sensory connector because it fires 40 impulses per second that sweep through the entire brain (Blakeslee, 1995a). These findings are a serious implication to Dualism because it states the mind is not physical. If the mind is not physical, it cannot affect the physical body, so the Dualist theory of two-sided interactions between the body and mind are false. The aforementioned argument is supported by many other scientific facts and objections against Dualism.
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The commotion of two marching armies and drummers drowned out what the soldier was yelling at my mother. Then it all stopped and the drummers let out the battle start rhythm. Then it started and flashes like fireworks went off everywhere, right in the middle of town. There was a bang, then nothing.
After I opened my heavy eyes and looked at my digital clock, I got dressed and headed out the door. The messy halls were so packed you could hardly move. It was so loud I could feel the ground shake. There were some people that were pushing and shoving and so I looked back and told them to stop. When I turned back a guy pushed me over because he just got done telling people to stop pushing him.
As I was driving down the road I saw red, and blue lights going off behind me, so I turn on my turn single and turned to the side of the street and parked my car. I saw the police officer getting out of his car and started to walks towards me, my hands were getting all sweaty and clammy, my stomach was in complete knots and I couldn’t figure out if I was going to vomit, or just pass out. I heard a knock on my window, and I rolled it down.
The human body is divided into many different parts called organs. All of the parts are controlled by an organ called the brain, which is located in the head. The brain weighs about 2. 75 pounds, and has a whitish-pink appearance. The brain is made up of many cells, and is the control centre of the body. The brain flashes messages out to all the other parts of the body.
Standing a mere three feet tall at most, it guards the door of my bedroom as a silent sentry. Its dual levels have been incessantly reordered to house each item in an aesthetic and efficient manner. The faded brown of the wood highlights the array of bright covers that lay at the front, patiently waiting to be withdrawn and analyzed once more. This humble bookcase is the crowning jewel of my personal space. The walls are lined with a diverse selection of truly enthralling books, all penned by arguably the most astute minds of all time. The knowledge of centuries lies at my finger tips, breathlessly hungering for me to turn the pages and absorb its riches.
We Like It, We Love It, We Want Some More of It: The Allure of Time Travel
What is a mind? How is it related to a body? Descartes answer was substance dualism. A person consists of an immaterial substance (mind/soul) attached to a material substance (a body). But this thesis fails a crucial test. An immaterial substance cannot move a body; therefore a mind cannot move a body. I shall assume that to have a mind one must first have a brain. This is a materialist perspective. Some weaknesses in this perspective will be described. I shall argue that minds do not necessarily exist as entities, that we nevertheless are aware of our own mental events and that we are aware that other people have similar events.
Now that you know what my situation was like going into the experiment, I will tell you what I did and what occurred as a result.
It was just an ordinary day. The sun had just set and we were all sitting around the table eating dinner. My mother and father always asked us about our future and what we were hoping to accomplish. My brother and sister always explained how they wanted to go into the air force and be doctor. Of course I would just sit there and think about how I didn’t know what I wanted to be. But this particular night I had an idea of what I wanted to do! So before my mom and dad could get out of their mouth the question, I said “I know what I want to be!”. They all stared and asked what that might be and I replied, “A famous artist!” I said, “I want my paintings and sketchings to be shown worldwide!”. They told me that, that was all good and well but that there was a lot of steps to achieve this goal and that it wasn’t very realistic. But what they didn’t know was that very line pushed me to prove them wrong.