…. They’ll still try to accelerate the decline, but it’s in free fall already.  The statistics show how they’re doing it.  I for one wouldn't mind repopulating the world, assuming we get low enough for that to be a concern.  I’d give it my best anyway.  Now, get me some reverse aging technology that doesn’t involve torturing and killing and eating little kids and babies, and I’ could really be of service… I’d immediately start eating even better, double up on my push ups, and squats, and such, and well, at that point, then it would just be a matter of lining up the fertile ladies.  Not in bulk or anything, please, but like one to a cabin, with cabins spaced not too far apart… for efficiency reasons.  I’m not talking about anything crude or rude, we could still have ambient lighting and a full bar for cocktails, inside each cabin,… it wouldn’t be like a conveyer belt at a factory or anything, although… well never mind that, stick with me now…  I think I could commit to, oh I don’t know, let’s say 365 pregnancies, per year.  Sounds like a reasonable output goal to me… ideal, even.  And only if the populations dips way way down of course, where it becomes a duty, of sorts.  I should’ve made that clear, I’m talking in term of my duty to humanity… primal, low frequency, lust based, sex acts, are merely the acts one is required to endure in order to provide the setting and the means to achieve high frequency, high consciousness, societal harmony, so you can take any thoughts to the contrary, and put em up your wazoo, but I digress.   Im not saying I’d like the job.  But I’m not saying I’d hate it either.  But in terms of “wishing”, I’m certainly not saying I’d wish such a thing. But I’m not saying I wouldn’t wish such a thing, with every ounce of my being, either.

Is that not the dumbest thing you’ve ever heard of in your entire life?  If you said yes, well thanks.  I do try.  Personally, I had me at, “fertile ladies”.  Other’s may have been sold at other points, like the factory conveyor belt concept, as long as there were no other workers around, I wouldn’t have a problem with that, just me and the fertile women, timed to arrive at intervals, pre-positioned, so to speak… I‘d think they’d appreciate such a set up, but you can’t be sure.  I know if I was a woman…no, let’s not go there, I mean, I don’t want to alienate my audience or anything, God forbid.  I gotta go.