Dear Scientists and Members of the Grand 20th Century Church Of Science.
My name is Silvia, and I was born in 1959.
When I was a child, I was told that science was king and queen, and God all rolled into one.
I was promised that soon, we would have flying cars.
An end to suffering and illness.
A cure for the common cold.
And diet pills that would work.
Oh, and food that comes in little tiny tubes and many colours and contains all the vitamins and trace elements you need for a healthy life and that doesn't have to be cooked for hours.
Further I was promised trips to holiday camps on the Moon and on Mars, as well as glorious underwater cities where you would look out of the window and see great sharks and whales and many multi-coloured fish swim by.
There was even talk of genetically engineered teddy bears, really friendly, that would look after the kids and do the gardening.
I was EXCITED about this future, let me tell you!
I couldn't wait for the next ten years to pass, and to have my dad get the first flying car in the neighbourhood.
So time passes.
I get to be twenty, thirty.
Now I'm fifty.
And I'm STILL waiting for the flying car.
What THE HELL have you lot been doing for the last 45 years?
What THE HELL have you been wasting your time with?
WHERE is my time machine, where is my flying car, where are the teddybear gardeners?
If you look at the footer in this site, you see some examples of random waste of time science.
People studying the farts of herrings, a braincell in a locust watching Star Wars.
Have you gone MAD?
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?
Don't you know that the world awaits something cool, and useful from you guys?
Something that makes having all this technology fun, and solves some long standing problems, like how to get from A to B without queing on a 2 dimensional motorway?
Stop farting about with all this useless rubbish of proving stuff that we know already anyway, such as that if you spin a frog in a blender, it will explode eventually (duh!) and get on to the problem of how to get Silvia her flying car before she expires.
Do something useful.
Look at the research you are involved in and really ask yourself, what good is that to anyone?
And don't give me some rubbish about how 400,000 years down the line your research might open up a new line of research that might lead to a cure for cancer.
Perhaps if we had some decent teddy bear gardners and flying cars, we wouldn't get so stressed and there wouldn't be so much cancer in the first place!
I'm SERIOUSLY disappointed with the results of science at work, mostly unfettered, for near enough a hundred years.
I want some results.
I want all that money spent on something useful, something that actually makes life better, something that gives us that sense of early morning excitement again that we had in the 60s, when the flying cars and the rocket packs were just around the corner - or so we were told.
Stop being such pen pushers and start becoming INVENTORS again.
Invent something that blows my socks off and makes me say, "Yeah! Science is cool! There is a chance that it will eventually do something good for an individual person living on the Earth today."
And while you're there, do something about the structures in your church of science that binds innovation, punishes original thought, and tries to strangle alternate theories before they're even born.
You need SOMETHING, you guys.
Make yourself useful.
And get me my flying car.
For the love of God!