Guest author Luke Lewis. Friend, family, geek.

I can’t remember the last time I dropped something. Seriously, I’ve racked my brain and can’t recall the last time something that slipped from my hands has made it to the ground. My superhuman reflexes always have me catching the object, usually out of mid air. This occurrence is so out of my control that on occasion I am truly disturbed by the lack of say I have over the matter. Now you’re probably asking yourself “What does this have to do with science fiction?”, well I’ll tell you.

I am firmly convinced that I have the fine media of video games to thank for my hyper reaction to falling objects. I never really believed that the whole “but they improve my hand eye coordination” excuse for playing video games was anything more than a desperate plea of a seven year old to his restricting mother. There are many out there, of the female persuasion, that hate video games for the attention they “steal” away from various romantic interests. Might I propose that your man playing his silly little games is simply working towards evolving into the next step in human evolution? That’s right, a new bread of human that will create a world free of broken glasses, and the disturbing clangs of metal trays, that you often have to endure on your special nights out. The homo gameus, or future of mankind, will never drop that precious child, the very unique engagement ring, or the fair maiden that has been swept off her feet. So next time you scold your significant other, or complain about all the guys that game, remember that that guy is just preparing himself for a safe and drop-free future with you.