Nothing stays sacred but that isn't why aliens don't talk to us.
Nothing stays sacred but that isn’t why aliens don’t talk to us.
And those limits in physics may not last forever.
Let’s hope that they/we do, so we can find the time to finish that childhood dream or max out our character. Maybe, you can buy happiness, you just need a better device that hasn't come out yet.
Appliances freed the and the AA, but now they have to work.
Once the AI nanobots take\make more jobs than globalization did, none of us will have to. Though, people from /r/latestagecapitalism will explain to you how we are bricks in the wall, or some zeitgeist shit full of half true conspiracies that don’t get the whole story since they’re not from the ‘secret evil cults’ side, as well and it’s better to live in a perceived paradise than developed human civilization covered Earth. They’re non-Einstein-esque Neckbeard-hippies, don’t give them too many fucks. They survive on bad feels and family.
All the cool people know that a meritocracy is the ideal model for a small country of professionals… Oh, we have to share the land? You can’t own land, I guess. So I can move back to Europe? Ooh, getting crowded, there. Hmm… maybe a small island of former cannibals? Oh, we are moving into a period of a dying Moore’s Law, where Universal Basic Income is seriously considered… Globalization will eventually finish? And we can do what with excess electricity? All the power of the sun? Sounds like superman. It’s not like we are becoming superior to forme-……….. Do we still eat hype-fake-spun news, and buy stupid shit cause we’re bored and desperate… if it wasn’t the jews then who did it? Some pagan satan-worshipping ghost council?
Right.
Well, good things humans have so many flaws. We can start over again. Maybe, accepting Buddha, Mohammed, and Jesus was a mistake. We can make new Gods to betray with our meaningless, yet fascinating existence. Become the ancient tech ancestors that people will rumor are actually Aliens.
Individualism or collectivism is a catch 22 in a world without balance.
If we create these liberating, inorganic creatures…
Life will become this flavorless run upon a treadmill, or like that Terminal movie. Waiting for transportation or a visa that will never come… A form of nearly nihilistic hedonism will grow more meaningful, in that there is less competition for 'aught to do’ time slots, and objectivity will have no limit on arbitrary indulgence. You could choose to practice your lines for hours to create video that no one will ever watch. An ample, plethora of quality content precedes your masterpiece, diminishing it into obscurity. It is less than a fadpole submerged in a river that leads to an entire ocean of sauce.
A truly woeful blip in time for our barrel of electric space monkeys. No threats. No true mission. Drown in comfort and toys in a never ending time-out.
Though, If we can get off the planet and adapt it’s back to fucking and working.
Which wouldn’t sound so bad. You know, slightly before the industrial revolution. Of course, that would mean that equality AND quality of life would be rather difficult… we’d basically be communists living in little villages, like Amish Smurfs… who sometimes would get spooked into tribal warfare out of superstition or supply/demand.
I would go crazy with that simple, farm/craftsman life. And start making monsters in my garage.
Perhaps, we should create unique bloodlines and cultures on separate, resourceless planets. Hell, If we can add protons to dirt, fuck it. We would have plenty of work to do, that is, unless…
Unless, the bots could still do it all for us. That takes all the fuel out of my rocket.
So there is no way to live life or real place to be safe.
Maybe, we should hide inside fantasy worlds like The Matrix, war-time escapism, the first WoW craze, or reeeligion.
Withoutta behemoth economy, or borders/social biosphere to tend to we can be liberated from our Illuminati cages. Free to binge on any activity.
But you know what harm will power can do to a person. Maybe the cage is to keep the rest of the shit out and, hardly, to institutionalize peons. Few are made for excellence, anyway, and greatness is only mildly better, relative to an average.
We have to remember all those moments of failure. Not ours. Others. Schadenfreude! Freedom is a dangerous bitch that has no sense of context or direction of time.
We need to upgrade from this shitty stock caveman principal into an RPG one. Where you can customize everything, while still meeting a group of like-minded circlejerkers. Yet, soon as a metastrategy develops, we need a balance patch, or a new game…
Conversely, stay in reality to adopt a robot mind to earn pleasure points with the old occupation you had as a meatbag.
Remote control the things that made our species obsolete!
That solves everything. Just delay the inevitable of the human condition.
I just hope this planet won’t devolve, or grow to a population over 10B…
Otherwise, I will condone voluntary wars to limit the population. We share the planet with other creatures, you know.
Maybe, one day, they can talk to us in a slightly more stimulating, yet less impressive way than AI does/will. Aliens have proved to be flakes.
Just takes one group of psychotic geneticists, some octopi, a lab that locks from the outside, and a bag of drugs to change our loneliness into a new social struggle!
Sigh… Well, it
Seems we are fucked.
Perhaps it is best that we stick to swallowing our escapism whole within our favorite emotionfest of a 1h, themed drama. I like the science-y ones over the magic, yee-olde ones!
On a non-sequitur note.
There is personal wisdom in each of your villains. Do you really understand what you don’t agree with?
Cause most people are stuck in their narrative, and don’t.
If you can’t play devil’s advocate for more than a minute, you don’t know shit.