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And who am I for that matter? Welcome to The Medium, a place where I'll be providing you thoughts and rants directly dissected from my head. And I mean that sentiment quite literally actually. You see, in the 22nd century, society popularized the idea of extracting depressed, overstrung, withered engineers' thoughts from their volatile minds and providing them to the masses through the advanced social networking technology of the 22nd century, and delivered via the brute, rod-to-brain electrodes of the 19th century, originally used on the analysis of neural networks in rodents. Unfortunately, I was not able to obtain the advanced social networking technology they had, because I am not capable of time travel. I did however, obtain the primitive electrodes, as they exist in the 21st century. After some debauchery, and a frivolous pursuit to replicate the idea, I came to a startling conclusion: It turns out sticking electrodes in your brain is not at all pleasant for a human body, nor is it natural. So I abandoned the notion, but I felt the experience was too visceral to describe as anything but "literal."

Science, technology, engineering, mathematics. That's a lot of words. Let's call it STEM instead. STEM happens to be a "thing." It's not a great definition, but it apparently means something. And like all "things" in society, it is something humans seem have difficulty coping with. There are just uncountably many issues associated with it: Just what is the best mobile computer to use when you're busy overthrowing your government in the Middle East? How many programs does it take to construct a human that is mentally and physically capable of screwing in a light bulb? And why are there so few transgendered kanurian cyborgs with a markov-chained CAPTCHA tranny mark to be found the scientific labor force? Like a concerned lioness tending to her kin cubs, I am here to caress these answers into the sugary, delicious taffy of exquisite treatise that the masses demand.