The obliteration of the species was accomplished in the following manner: 1. All communication was cut off, leaving the people alone with their thoughts.* The majority of the population killed themselves off, being unable to entertain themselves on their own. 2. Their voices were silenced by artificially creating an outbreak of laryngitis. 3. Their physical sensations were cut off soon afterwards.* This involved setting the temperature to a comfortable setting, which felt neither hot nor cold.* This also meant removing their vision and hearing using medication which affected the brain's receptors to these senses, deposited into the water supply.* The nerves were also deadened by a gas in the air supply, leaving them without the ability to physically feel anything.* This enhanced the aloneness, as they could no longer communicate with their external senses. With these three simple steps, it was possible for the species to obliterate themselves, for the majority of people cannot live without the touch (through communication, physical, emotional or mental) of another.* Even more people cannot live without communicating with their limbs and their five senses. Stuck alone in their own brains, with no relief from their internal sorrow, not knowing if they are touching anything, seeing anything, hearing anything, smelling anything or tasting anything, the strain is unbearable. This was easy for, as we have learned, the human race, with only a small percentage of exceptions, has never learned the art of internal dialogue. _*The Art of Internal Dialogue*_ What is the art of internal dialogue?* Monks for thousands of years have been working on this dilemma, as have psychologists for only the past few decades.* There are some answers to this question, some practical solutions to the problem of a troubled internal dialogue, but they are mostly buried in old religious texts designed for the monastics of a particular religion. (for some of the techniques will render a person crazy if not followed properly, with proper instruction). [random story written on a battery powered electronic typewriter I brought with me to the library, Sept 30, 2002 at 1:52pm)