Do we really need all of this?
This stuff, I mean.
Unless you are a modern-day animist, all this stuff tends to make more trouble than it's all worth. Almost emergent, as a function of how much stuff gets tossed out instead of upcycled or repaired or donated to the needy. And there's not too much of a reason for us to keep making all of it, if in the end, it all ends up in Indian and African dumps, and for the latter turning entire towns and villages into toxic-swamps in the dead of the barren savannah.
And does the endless, clone army marchings of the birth-pangs of inanimate objects from their mostly unaware machine assembly mothers, does it make our lives any better? How simple the life, and the EROI of a hunter gatherer, in comparison. He basically just has to meet the needs of his own body, at most getting enough energy in a day for those unable to get it for themselves; a child or an elder, a son or a mother.
In the Great Metropolis, the interconnected tubes and blocks of mineral churning and spouting billowing gaseous mumblings and shoutings, a cabby barks after someone to watch where they are walking, in the nearish-future a robot is gunned down for being metal, we become less than just a caricature of a human being, becoming numbers to a program made to guess the economic undulations of a species of apes covered in woven plant matter and synthreads, as we beat our hands upon the control-wheel of a just-to-early-to-be-sentient automobile, we hope to drown out the irritable honking and vibrations of rush hour traffic to music we may or may not enjoy, but surely exposing our emotions through the melted-sand power windows through singing-along would alert the other humans stuck in traffic to our presence, and the ambiguity and 500-million-plus-layers of self-denigrating counter-intuitive rule-gerrymandering and legalese-pontificating un-counter-culture of the g-men agents that psychically and ontonumerologically grip and rip our planet's inter-species spirit gunk until we cannot even recognize our own ancestral lineages standing around us and the mother we suckle upon in the afterbirth, staring at her boob, concentric circles, then into her eyes, concentric circles, then onto her breast again, concentric circles, then back to her eyes, so warm, holding me forever, concentric circles that make me want to build the perfect city, the perfect society, the perfect civilization, and then the perfect planet, showing the stars and the spaces betwixt them that WE, WERE. GOOD.
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If we are, without a doubt, worthy of life, and a good life for all of us, then I don't think the way we are doing things is "just right" yet. We have alot of work to do. I think we all know that.
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I know my OP was a bit poetic, but I would love if this thread had some real discussion, datapulls and infomedia about what megacorps are and may be up to in the future, and how we can fucking best them, take them in hand to hand psyber-samurai combat, and make them learn how to work for the good of humanity, and for the good of the Earth, and for the good of the Solar System, Galaxy, and Universe. Unruly Goals of the Species Notwithstanding, We Gotta Lotta Shit TA DO!!!
This stuff, I mean.
Unless you are a modern-day animist, all this stuff tends to make more trouble than it's all worth. Almost emergent, as a function of how much stuff gets tossed out instead of upcycled or repaired or donated to the needy. And there's not too much of a reason for us to keep making all of it, if in the end, it all ends up in Indian and African dumps, and for the latter turning entire towns and villages into toxic-swamps in the dead of the barren savannah.
And does the endless, clone army marchings of the birth-pangs of inanimate objects from their mostly unaware machine assembly mothers, does it make our lives any better? How simple the life, and the EROI of a hunter gatherer, in comparison. He basically just has to meet the needs of his own body, at most getting enough energy in a day for those unable to get it for themselves; a child or an elder, a son or a mother.
In the Great Metropolis, the interconnected tubes and blocks of mineral churning and spouting billowing gaseous mumblings and shoutings, a cabby barks after someone to watch where they are walking, in the nearish-future a robot is gunned down for being metal, we become less than just a caricature of a human being, becoming numbers to a program made to guess the economic undulations of a species of apes covered in woven plant matter and synthreads, as we beat our hands upon the control-wheel of a just-to-early-to-be-sentient automobile, we hope to drown out the irritable honking and vibrations of rush hour traffic to music we may or may not enjoy, but surely exposing our emotions through the melted-sand power windows through singing-along would alert the other humans stuck in traffic to our presence, and the ambiguity and 500-million-plus-layers of self-denigrating counter-intuitive rule-gerrymandering and legalese-pontificating un-counter-culture of the g-men agents that psychically and ontonumerologically grip and rip our planet's inter-species spirit gunk until we cannot even recognize our own ancestral lineages standing around us and the mother we suckle upon in the afterbirth, staring at her boob, concentric circles, then into her eyes, concentric circles, then onto her breast again, concentric circles, then back to her eyes, so warm, holding me forever, concentric circles that make me want to build the perfect city, the perfect society, the perfect civilization, and then the perfect planet, showing the stars and the spaces betwixt them that WE, WERE. GOOD.
≋T≋r≋u≋l≋y≋
If we are, without a doubt, worthy of life, and a good life for all of us, then I don't think the way we are doing things is "just right" yet. We have alot of work to do. I think we all know that.
______________ᖽ______________
I know my OP was a bit poetic, but I would love if this thread had some real discussion, datapulls and infomedia about what megacorps are and may be up to in the future, and how we can fucking best them, take them in hand to hand psyber-samurai combat, and make them learn how to work for the good of humanity, and for the good of the Earth, and for the good of the Solar System, Galaxy, and Universe. Unruly Goals of the Species Notwithstanding, We Gotta Lotta Shit TA DO!!!
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