Everybody hopes to get a job that they love. When you do what you love, you don’t work a day in your life after all. Not too many dream jobs would end up changing the world in a positive way, though. I like to think mine would. See, what I love to do the most is dream of other worlds. The majority of my time is spent playing out epic battles on the edge of the galaxy or traveling the secret passages of a fantasy castle. My ultimate dream is to make these things at least somewhat a reality by creating utterly human androids, and realizing technology like the holodeck on Star Trek TNG.
I want to push the limits of science and raise questions about what it is to be human. I want to charge towards singularity terrified beyond all reason, but still full steam ahead. I want the future. Now. I want my daydreams to not be whimsical dreams anymore, and I know I’m not the only one that feels this way. If I, and thousands of others out there, were working on advancing robotics and programmed AI we could potentially launch the human race into a new golden age. The standard of living would soar through the roof, or so I dream. But if you keep on believing dreams really do come true.