Weird dream this morning. First, last night I was thinking if computer technology did not exists, even in the most primitive vacuum tubes of the 1940's and later, then the only way ICBM missiles could be launched to deliver nuclear warheads to the USSR is with human pilots, right? People trained to recognize the landscapes of the target cities so they can fly on their one-way missions, ending their lives and millions of others instantly at the press of a button once they're close enough.
This morning my dream took place in Phoenix AZ where I lived years ago. It was mostly memory, people from work gathered at a backyard bbq and just as in real life this one coworker was showing off her new PT Cruiser she just got. And in her favorite color, purple. But I noticed the siren bubble the federal government had permanently affixed to the roof. That was in case she got The Call. Yes, this happily married mother of three is trained to pilot an ICBM towards Moscow or a nearby city. If she ever got The Call on her pager with the destination she'll quickly drive with siren blaring toward a nearby missile silo with no time to say goodbye to any of her family on her one-way mission to end the lives of millions of people in Russia. I woke up thinking, Is this the right kind of person for the job? And how can they ever trust these pilots to not go rogue? Like, if one of them was a Trump supporter believing the election was stolen and decided Washington DC was a better target...
Man, this whole scenario is messed up!
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