Wesley Scott Dean

You think you're about to read some idiot who believes he could come off the couch and compete against the best in the world. Instead, you read something brilliant:

When I was in high school, I was an edgy atheist. I was also a technologist and still am today. I was always drawn to fields where everything could be explained. And things either were or weren't. It brought structure to my life. I loved finding new problems that could be solved. After I met my wife in college, I was open to, for the first time, the fact that some things are unexplainable. Love, for one. After we had kids, things started to change. That feeling when your kids run to the door when you come home - a lightning bolt through your heart - is a feeling that no words do justice to. We actually planned to just have two. Yet our beautiful baby Taal was born just two months ago. What if things went according to plan? I cannot even imagine not having him. I am certain he is a gift from God. And I am grateful. As I sit in my house in San Francisco, the city that produces all of the world's software and now a "machine god," I dwell on how few people here have had this once-universal human experience. And then I'm left to wonder: what will they build? They work on alignment, but most of them aren't aligned with their own humanity. You may think you're post-human, but in fact you're pre-human. Fall in love. Get married. Have children. Come home to someone running to the door.

Actual entry from my journal: 14 May 2025 Just awoke from a deep sleep. It rained all night. I had a strange dream. In the dream, an angel visited me. The angel was in the form of Elvis Presley. He was glorious. Dressed all in shimmering white and rhinestones. He was beautiful, shining. Like no man on the earth. He brought me a pinball machine, which we set up in my home. It was an Elvis-themed pinball machine, and the Elvis angel said it was very rare and not made anymore, but we were to have one. I'd never seen a pinball machine so beautiful. The warm colorful lights and bells, like a kaleidoscope. I awoke from my dream and told Rachel about it. As we walked together, the Elvis angel joined us. I told him I had dreamed of him, and he stated he appeared in my dream to announce that we would have a baby. And that this was the interpretation of the pinball machine. We were so happy that this angel had come to visit us and tell us this news. We were filled with indescribable joy. Then, I awoke but for real this time.