Rumor has it that Tom Waits once said this to Jim Jarmusch over whiskey and pop tarts, but it could have been Ben Franklin.
I find it to be a pretty decent appraisal of what is possible in today’s world. In the US, I believe people chose “fast and good” whereas in China people chose “fast and cheap” and that’s why there are so many misunderstandings.
But enough of that.
I swore that i would stay out of the whole endless circle of socio-political writing and re-focus on “cringe Literature” that explores my inner angsts and attempts to relate them to the fears of all others around me, thereby coaxing us all into a happy group of lemmings, companianable and willfully avoiding/constantly pointing at The Ledge!
Speaking of which. I find myself worrying deeply about the Singularity and how I can prepare my children for the coming of the Superintelliegence that will wipe away this cardboard box we drunken bipeds have been hiding in and reveal the world
as it truly is
as it truly should be
as a Superintelligent Being (half gecko, half fish-worm)
would have it.
Singularity, for those who don’t surf the Interweb, is when technology reaches the point where it can exponentially improve itself thereby removing humans from the equation.
what happens when a variable is removed from the equation? In algebra, it is basically “cancelled out” by its negative, or “dropped” into the abyss left behind by mathematical calculation as it forges forward into the about to be known.
The greatest sci-fi minds of our time argue over the fate of that variable. Some feel hysterical terror well up in their bellies because a machine will
“neither love you, nor hate you — but might take the atoms you are made up of and use them elsewhere.”
Sure. Singularity may never happen. There might be a ceiling of tech-awesomeness that we meet (chips just can’t HANDLE THE HEAT) and we’ll live in a Utopia of Chill in which machines wipe ass, create content, grow food and distribute grapes while we lie about and have binge-purge contests and sex-athons in the name a Higher Self.
Or the followers of all things Mayan will be the true sages —
(when it all goes down and we in our very last seconds have that blinding realization
THE HIPPIES WERE RIGHT!
what will we be able to leave behind to prevent that one last human who survives from making the same mistake?)
— and the prophecy of a new man with a higher consciousness (not this crude matter) will rule …
I am a practical man at heart. Truly.
And I love my son (and his soon to be born sibling)
what does one teach the children of a civilization that faces Singularity, the End of the Calender, the rushing sucking sound of a species reaching a zenith?
you could teach him that this has all been said before and that things will just proceed as they always have
(this is where you, the reader, get to advise me.)