Hmm. I'd go for the cliche 'evil' or something, but if we didn't have that...well, it raises a whole bunch of philosophical conundrums, and if I'm honest, I think the world needs a little bit of evil in it, to see the good for what it is. And I wouldn't want to deprive the world of something I hate but others like, like say, 'techno dance music'...so...perhaps just the more despicable aspects of evil. Corruption, torture, etc. Because I said we needed some evil, not 'pure evil'.

If this includes 'concepts', and not just tangible, physical inventions, then I'm going to say Facebook. It's to blame for (almost) everything wrong with society. Anyone would think that without it, people wouldn't know how to communicate!

Really, I didn't realise it until they both vanished for ages and we didn't speak...but R (Rosiebell) and my friend A are definitely my inspiration. R for her amazing, cheerful artwork and A because she's an awesome writer. I feel like I've lost my powers or something when they aren't around.

Uh...well, in the modern era? There's a lot of foolish teenagers that would probably think you're the best thing since sliced bread. So...a lot of blood, I guess. As for actually being a vampire? Nothing. Immortality is a desire of those who don't understand that not having a natural death really sucks, and what could be good about burning in sunlight or having to attack people for food? Not only that, but I sure wouldn't want to drink the blood of people I know nothing about. I happen to be somewhat of a hypochondriac, thank you. So yeah, nothing. I'm pretty content being human.

I've finally figured out the answer to this question - outside of 'the internet', obviously. Definitely Monsoon/Accessorize. Can always find something in there that looks okay.

Communicating with people in general...but more than that, showing that I can tolerate people I hate. Because I really can't. Some people just irritate me, and I'm afraid when that happens, no amount of politeness is going to stop me from telling them they're an idiot, or that they were probably short-changed when personality was being handed out.

Oh hell. Okay, so, a yacht would be great and a jet kills the environment tenfold...but, even if I couldn't fly it myself, I'd want the jet. Constant access to fly? Who would turn that down?

Wait, what? Is that the correct form of that sentence? Well uh,...let me see: My novel, My 7000x3000px digital character portraits, my poetry sketches, my traditional character sketches and iPad character sketches, naming my second main character, tidying my desk, painting on my huge canvas, etc. You get the picture.

Thinking about this question again, I think...as a physicist, I'd probably boycott the whole idea of backwards time travel. Forwards is a maybe, but it's unpredictable. I could run into WW3, an alien invasion, zombie apocalypse, shortage of resources, or...well, the planet might have moved in its orbit, and I could be beamed into space. No...Time travel, if used at all, should probably be done on short-scale. To stop someone from being killed, to win the lottery, etc. In retrospect, or hindsight, if backwards. If forwards, well...hopefully with some kind of prayer, because it probably wont be pretty in the future.

So...re-answering, nowhere. Time travel = risky, and if sci-fi's taught us anything these last few decades, it's that the fourth dimension should be off-limits.

Do dreams count?

Good question. Both? When given a window, I'm like an anti-white noise machine. But if there's no opening, the verbal monologue continues in my head only. It never stops, but...it's not always vocally displayed. Which is why, sometimes, I'll 'space out', and come out with something that, to someone who doesn't know me, sounds either completely insane, ridiculously stupid, or positively genius, with no prompts whatsoever. More often that not, that tends to happen when I'm on my own...and the talking to myself kind of adds to the whole 'insane' thing.

Definitely my soft toys. I adored them and point-blank refused to part with any of them - and I had a LOT of them. Even some of the ones in need of a stitch-up, I wouldn't part with. I have no idea why. I'm sentimental, maybe? Or it could be the fact that as I kid, I used to give most inanimate objects a personality/feelings. One might say I was a total nutjob. Or just a kid with an imagination, I guess.

Fate? You mean, the human construct that allows people to constantly delude themselves? No. As a matter of fact, I don't.

Assuming he/she is real, I'd like to know a lot about quantum phenomena. It sure would be nice to confirm/deny the multiverse theory, hyperspace theory and explain away the EPR paradox. Oh! And of course, I'd love to know what the deal is with dimensions. Parallel layers, side-by-side universes, don't exist at all; or universe-fragments? Yes. Basically, I'd stand there and freeze up, because I have so many damn questions to do with quantum physics that I'd probably throw my arms up in despair and ask God something mundane, like 'why are we here?', even though that has to be the most ridiculous, waste-of-a-question ever.

Something open-top and expensive, provided I have some place to protect it from horrendous british weather.

Generic stuff. Y'know, like those rap artists that are always miserable. Or R'n'B music that makes me feel unattractive and unsuccessful. Or pop music that makes me roll my eyes with contempt because it's almost like it's come out of a can. More than all that, I absolutely can't stand the music that comes blaring out of clubs when you walk past. That ear-shattering noise-racket that sounds like the aftermath of taking a baseball bat to a mixing table. It's awful.

None, exactly. But I live by ideas and concepts. I'm too complex for a 'quote of the month'.

All these hours later, I don't remember. But it's one I'd like to not have again. It might have something to do with the recent ideas I've been having for my novel though. So...given the subject matter involves 'cloning, human experimentation, advanced aliens unable to communicate with humans and possible "xenocide", I'm going to say I've proved my point in the realm of creepy-as-hell dreams. I just hope it's not some kind of inter-dimensional premonition and I wont wake up tomorrow in a vat of goo.

Something excessively capitalist that'd make a LOT of money. Like property, or banking. Although I'd need to know what the hell I was doing, mathmatically and financially, for the latter - which I'm not qualified for. But you get the point. Make money first, then do something worthwhile later. Can't start the solar panel revolution without a couple million, can I?

iPod and sunglasses. Sometimes it's an iPad 2 instead...and the shades are usually my Ray Bans...but, always those two. It's part of the whole 'cool, confident' thing I have going to hide my painfully obvious lack of social abilities. After all, the eyes say a lot when they aren't trapped behind mirrored aviators.