Technology is all around us. We use it in everyday life, from cars to TV's to cell phones. Most would agree that without it, we would be all but totally lost as a race. But what is technology really? Does anybody truly know? Have you ever met somebody who actually can simply explain to you what goes on inside a computer when you turn it on? I doubt it. Nobody seems to know how all this stuff we call technology really works. And those few who do, can never seem to explain it to the rest of us. Why? Why can nobody be told what the hell our computers are doing? Because it all closely ties in with Mexicans. More closely than you can imagine.
After the agricultural fiasco, the American public was mostly in the dark about Mexicans. But the elites of society were not. The top scientists of the U.S. were vastly intruiged by the prospect of having mass numbers of human guinea pigs to expiriment on, without government regulations. So they struck a deal with the farmers, and the Mexicans came pouring in like so much cheap tequila. At first the scientists began expirements to test the nature of the Mexicans themselves. Their behavior, intelligence, cognitive dissonence etc. But soon the scientists came to a dead end. Through vigerous testing, they came to the conclusion that Mexicans have no intelligence. They have no behavioral patterns, personality, or culture. Due to their brute lack of brain cells, the Mexicans have no memory and therefore, no free will. They have no memory past expiriences to base their perspective on therefore they have none. The scientists were about to classify them as a type of sponge and be done with it, when one had a brilliant idea. An idea that would change the face of the world forever.
Since they had no free will, they would theoretically do exactly what they are told, hypothisized the scientists. So the put two Mexicans on either side of a pump train cart, and ordered them: "Up, down, up down". Progress was slow at first, since even dogs have some sense of pattern recognition, but the Mexicans did not. But after many months of conditioning, and chemical enhacement. The Mexicans went up and down, and they wouldn't stop. The train started going and it just went. And this began a new era for mankind.
The scientists rejoiced, and got right back to work immediatly. They began more and more expiriments. They did chemical, and genetical expirimentation on the Mexicans. They, bred them, trained them, and soon the scientists had created the first Mexican-run computer. Mexicans would flip switches on and off as commanded, by a preset series of signals. It worked perfectly, and was infinetly more efficient than the earlier, electric models. But alas, a new problem. The Mexican-run computer was the size of a house. But as always, perserverence prevailed, and the scientists pulled through.
They began a ruthless series of genetical expiriments, working non-stop for seven months. Breeding, re-breeding, gene-splicing, incubating, and finally, at the end of it all, eleven, worn out, sweaty, tired, scragly-bearded scientists stood around a Mexican...as big as your thumb. They mass produced them right away. Put them in new computers, new engines, new everything. Technology isn't getting better; Mexicans are just getting smaller!
And so it began. The scientists constantly worked on new, better Mexican models. They got smaller, more efficient, quicker and more obedient. There were new breakthroughs. Mexicans developed telepathy, and learned to communicate, while still maintaining their less than dog intelligence level. And they are in everything. Your computer monitor: tiny Mexicans changing their colored T-shits faster than your eye can see. Your car: hundreds of tiny Mexincans, running on a hamster wheel, each one as strong as a horse. They were and are in absolutly everything (see appendix A).
Soon, Mexicans were being mass produced faster than the U.S. breeding facilites could hold them. The Mexican producing companies needed more space and bigger facilites. Their problems were soon solved. A yound entrepeneur came up with a genius plan. The country where the original Mexicans came from (at that time called Mexicania) was totally empty. A vast desert, with no real government or regulations. The entrepeneur suggested that all the Mexican producing companies band together to for a Mexican Trust, and move their operations to Mexicania. After some debate, all agreed. Soon the companies banded, moved to Mexicania, and the young entrepeneur became very rich as the first C.E.O of the Mexican Corporation: MexiCo.
But another (yes, another) problem arose: Transportation. How do you ship all these millions of Mexicans all over the country, discretly, and still maintain your near-zero liability? Tin cans my friends...tin cans. Read on...
