Old Age and Memory Loss

I get a news feed from Slashdot (News for Pseudo Intellectuals and Crap No One Should Care About), and most days I glance at it and delete it - usually after it's been sitting in my in-box for about eighty years.  Today I actually found something interesting.

A site I've never read, eLife, published an article about a brand new scientific advancement that might be the answer to whatever question I was going to ask.  The title: Small Molecule Cognitive Enhancer Reverses Age-Related Memory Decline in Mice caught my eye.

The bottom line is that this works in mice.  Big Mike suggested that the good news is that if it works with people - and believe me, I'm willing to give it a try - the pills will be too large for anyone (outside of a porn star) to swallow.  But if it did work, I could stop searching for my car keys, because I'd know that I put them in the refrigerator so I could find them.  I could understand my homeowner's  insurance policy and could pinpoint just how and why I'm getting hosed, and more importantly what I could do about it.  I could read Gödel, Escher, Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid, and understand just what the fuck they are talking about.

I could remember to turn the clothes dryer on after I load the wet laundry in it.  Like you knuckleheads have never done that? 

But then I had another thought.  A bad one.  If this miracle drug really works the way the inventors think it will, what happens when they feed it to The Pretender to the Throne?  The new God-King will have seven to ten days of treatment, and... what?  He'll start remembering things?  Or will he be smart enough to be an actual threat to civilization as we know it.

Okay, that last is already happening.  But still...

I'm waiting for a call for volunteers for initial testing.  As screwed up as my head is, I'll be a perfect test subject.  Meantime, it's almost five o'clock, and that's close enough.  Here's how!