Faulty Processors

There is often disassociation of the emotional state of happiness from the physical and chemical processes that must occur to experience exaltation: a flood of dopamine is what allows us to see life through those rose-tinted glasses. We humans, after all, are merely mechanical structures, like pocket watches and combustion engines, but with a cavernous cavity for lungs, and grey matter between our ears. In the way that technology requires time, man was not created from a flawless mold, and our mechanical parts have needed to be refined through the process of evolution. From Homo habilis to Homo sapiens, the brain has developed over time—the prefrontal cortex, which simulates experiences for people, is one of our major biological achievements. The prefrontal cortex is the rotational motion that propels our interactions; without it relativity, relationships, and emotion would not be possible. There would be no giddiness, no incredulity, and no desperation. We've been told since the time of Plato’s Republic that necessity is the mother of invention, and nowhere is that more true than in minds with factory defects—the ones that should have been recalled long before there was permanent damage done to the operator. By virtue of existing in pandemonium, there is operator error, but there’s only so much to praise of solid body work when the processor is faulty.