An Army Marches on its Stomach

Walking along with my to-go lunch in hand, it occurred to me how heavy the bag was. Probably a good pound or more.

Man, I thought, we sure are inefficient machines. According to Einstein and the rest, the amount of atoms in my lunch should be able to power a human for a hell of a lot longer than the few hours till dinner.

Mister Small is so tiny that he eats half a pea, one crumb and a drop of lemonade for dinner. And he sometimes complains of being really full after that. But that’s plenty to cover the energy needs of a human (or elephant, for that matter), for a good long time.

Of course, we need water, and vitamins and minerals, to stay healthy as well. And most of us LIKE to eat. But the energy, if we were really efficient, would be easy to satisfy.

So I suggest, once we perfect the science, that we body-hack our soldiers, athletes, and people I don’t like. Plug in little bitty nuclear reactors and remove most of their stomachs. Lighter, faster, and powered on!

Of course, their waste might be nasty, but once they’re in enemy territory (and this includes the athletes), who cares!

One Response to An Army Marches on its Stomach

  1. Mom January 9, 2009 at 8:29 pm #

    So I followed the links to Mister Small and spent at least 15 minutes reading all about the characters; getting frustrated because many of the pages led me to an “error” message but otherwise being delighted by the concepts of the books. It seems exactly the kind of book Pauline would find to read to Piper.

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