Things had changed, and the truth was, no one was happy about it. The Change, Inc.-ers, a grand consortium of greed makers, money changers, black market gurus and political banshees hurled thunderbolts of progress at their "constituents," a swirling mass of goblety-gook, off the hook, writing a book opiate addicts who were now richer than the evangelical soul traffickers. Hypocrisy was in, Jesus took a pass on his scheduled world tour, and humans were put in a zoo. Many flourished there, a great deal more floundered. With nowhere to run, no reason to hide, the human species turned apoplectic and when there was nobody else to blame, a serious bender ensued. Self-pity turned to bravado, introspection evaded detection and all that was wrong became righted when the meek, once they'd inherited everything, took the reins.
We all know what happens next. As soon as the meek became the one per cent deep fake elitist snakes in the grass that had previously been the exclusive domain of the aristocratic class, they metamorphosized into commandeering, bellicose, and insufferable jerks. Except worse.
They hated books and demonized history which only revealed how fucking stupid we'd allowed ourselves to devolve into when we started pushing a medieval agenda in "public" health whole our Epsteins, Maxwells and Lumpocs cryo-fixed their future to live again one day after the dumb-it-down generations had culled the herd for their overlords.
They let a few smart ones live and anyone they wanted to breed with, bringing back insatiable acts of orgiastic hedonistic back channel bachanals way beyond eyes wide shut, dark web snuff shorts and the underbelly of society, a place where all 100% homo sapiens were automatically registered. GenX was registered as a living treasure since there were so few of those beloved early adopters around. She knew because only her queasy stomach could be trusted in a sea of transhumanism perfection.
She'd won the prodigy raffle and now was on display this month only at the Smithsonian, kept in the finest of French wine, organic dates and cage free figs, a steady diet of 'perfect examples of human taste,' aesthetic appeal in perpetuity throughout the universe and other accoutrements designed to put on display what happens when a human being is top notch.
I couldn't wait till my conscription was over, quite frankly. Suddenly in possession of a wild hair up the @*^ , all I could think about was that dive bar on 8th and Rescue that I'd never been to, or how I was 448 short of 1,000 perfectly operable paper airplanes for a giant hangar of invisibility, or what I wouldn't give for another day with my pet duck.
Humanity was precious now. Rare, like earth metals. Or a circus side show, depending on your perspective.
Most of us had, wisely deduced, once we'd been adequately seduced, that we needed to augment our basic mainframe, extend our shelf life, upgrade our system and work out a way to extend life expectancy after the debacle of the intro to the 21st century: WE DIED BEFORE OUR GRANDPARENTS WHO'D TOUGHED IT OUT WITH POLIO, Cancer and Alzheimer's.
We were beleaguered by AIDS, with its lethalality for the ages, followed by endless armageddon-based activation campaigns for our pharmaceutical autocrat class.
Hammered by a relentless stream of
#armageddon brand immunity screens, weened on a regime of persistent antibiotic-resistent
pathogens, we surrendered. Added silicone for protection from the uv rays, disappeared for a sabbatical every thirty four years and augmented our baseless reality at whim and with full causality. We wrote every tick down in our logs, noted the slightest shift in trajectory when it came to ethics, morality, deception as a tactic v delusion as strategy. We almost offed ourselves but
Not with the nuclear bomb version of the ancient upanishads, o'r missing the space ship as with ankar wat & the mayans, burning man sentinels buried head in the sand made from the roughest of diamonds, or even
