I see delicious depictions of high technology in concept art, movies, and games and it breaks my heart.
Because they are so beautiful and I’m starting to worry if maybe the damage is done. If maybe The Company has won.
My whole life the problem was one of ability, that is, people didn’t have the option of escape, of exit, of altering the system to suit humanity. But now I’m concerned that its a problem of will.
I’m starting to worry that people will abandon the way out by default, and in their standing around and business as usual, I’ll be trapped behind a wall of fools when the door finally closes.
Look at what we do with wonder and beauty now. Am I naive to think that even if the option is costless and beneficial people will take it?
Perhaps the propaganda war has progressed so far that even if the backpack were to go on sale tomorrow people would still live in their cities, still hand their children to the state, still put simply, live and die as slaves.
Today is the fourth of July and the slaves around me had their brief state apportioned moment of regulated revelry, but the sounds of fireworks are over now, time for all good drones to retreat indoors and begin readying themselves for the next shift, be is school or work or both.
I feel more than ever like hiding. And I know I am not remotely alone, and yet I am by myself. Convinced of introversion when the truth is closer to a rat surrounded by traps. Sure, I can go somewhere but I see what awaits me, and so I sit, and I am to the outside world, insane.
The things which used to give me the greatest pleasure, vision of the future, now are starting to scare me. Because look what we’ve done with the high technology. New product. More advanced lies. And a whole generation of complacent grinning morons. Just smart enough to run the machine, and just dumb enough to try and guide it.
And why? Because the people at the top ignore their nature and actually try to acquire their way to happiness knowing full well that no amount of things will help.
Their greed sets the bar and their children try and push it ever higher until we have 5000$ a kilogram fish eggs and shows about just how much money can be wasted on a musicians house. While at the same time the poorest of people die trying to steal gasoline from burning tanker trucks because as the ultra rich climb, so to do the ultra poor dig past what we could have considered real poverty.
We’ve had the technology to fix many of these problems, and yet we fabricate more. The Internet is showing us whats really going on and instead of doing something about it we’ve drowned ourselves in warcraft and lolcats, fantasy football and front row seats, panties and power.
I look at depictions of the future and it brakes my heart because I’m starting to lose faith in our willingness, to realize them.