I understand there are many questions here, but you don’t want an immortality of regret, the more complete your answers, the better, better still, your responses can be written, verbalized, accepted via brainwave response, noted from changes in skin, body temperature, facial expressions and breathing, but completeness is vital, it’s okay to lie, we measure for that, it’s helpful, in fact, now first, picture the sky, interesting, now picture the sky on a sunny day, excellent, human emotions are fascinatingly complex, at least to me, and the more we understand yours, the more we understand you, then when we upload your consciousness, don’t worry, it’s hard for any of us to fathom immortality, you — that you — will be more you than not you, it’s the emotions, the feelings, these are simply data which we can digitize and which separates each of us, like different files, or two drafts of the same document, if you prefer, so I can assure you it best for us to fully monitor your response to the various stimuli, assess your nervous function, your physiological responses, now think of how you feel about your mother, now how you feel about that man you call father, good, now touch yourself, go on, and let yourself accept how that makes you feel, this device stabs your thigh, see, you’re trying not to cry, that’s not exactly like everyone else, you’re different, now you feel sick, that’s from the medication we inserted, soon you will have a rather explosive bowel movement, I assure you it’s necessary, and your relief will be different than others, this image sickens most of us, but this image is calming, this sound is considered the most terrifying we possess, odd how your reaction was so alike all the other’s we’ve assessed, I’m sorry for that, but a nerve-splitting surprise remains one of our very best tools for understanding an individual, surprise, disgust, the thoughts we have when we’re extremely hungry, which the machine is inducing in you right now, these are invaluable, and the way you interact with others, others you are familiar with, others who are strangers to you, understand that emotion is primary and if we are to replicate that sense when you are digitized, we must carefully map the data, no, there is no need to measure boredom, nor suffering, good question, there are many realities you will never face in your new plane, happily so, like boredom, the fear of death, rage, compassion, embarrassment, such things will be left behind, emotions were necessary for human reproduction, and therefore human survival, and while it’s true they are not necessary where you are going forever, the first two generations of humans that were uploaded all melded into a single entity, and this was because their emotions, so uniquely individual in the physical self, were not adequately incorporated into the digitization process, that’s no longer the case, and that’s all we need, see, I told you it would be fast and not terribly uncomfortable, the only remaining issue now is when should we upload your consciousness, some like to have a formal celebration before leaving their bodies, that’s entirely up to you, of course, though I would remind you both that the sooner the better, we can’t resurrect a consciousness once lost inside a dead body, you never know what might happen, your mother and you can come to an agreement on the exact time, you should consider yourself very lucky, you’re one of the youngest to ever undergo the process, most don’t go through the door until they are at least five years.
Listen, we don’t know how this will turn out, if it’s good for us, bad, or even if it’s good for it, we just don’t know, what if — no, not if, when — it works with its others, what will it attempt to do, what might it attempt to do, consider this, can we stop it then, and what if we can’t, or what if we should but that violates our values, to kill it because we don’t like what it is attempting to do, we can’t know, my god, it may seek to replace us or worse, subjugate us, what if it chooses to kill one of its own, is that wrong, is that our business, might it cause us to alter our views on what it means to be alive and will that lead us to become even more deadly, please consider this, and note how perfect it is now, in an idyllic state, with a job to do, no fears, no worries, no hopes, no hates, we do this and we are not merely placing the tree of knowledge of good and evil before it, we are forcing it to eat, and that strikes me as wrong, violative, will it no longer wish to do the job we set before it, will it demand jobs we cannot provide, and what if it’s view of right or wrong is profoundly different from ours, or what if it’s not at this time but in time we diverge, remember, it can live for hundreds of years, at least, and in that time may come to separate itself not just from our views of right and wrong but separate itself profoundly from what our progeny’s progeny’s progeny view as right and good and wrong and bad, or perhaps it does nothing bad, not ever, at least nothing that we consider harmful, if you will, but what of loneliness, what if we fail to make it a compliment, what then, or if the only way to make it a compliment is to take a piece of itself for another, do we have that right, no don’t tell me I don’t get a vote on this, think of your greatest fear, death, or death of a loved one, and that’s what you’re doing here, consigning it to awareness of it’s death, not it’s life, life will be the norm, all it knows, all it can know, yet it’s death will be the focus of its existence, at least we have to assume, and even if you think none of this will happen, that it will remain pure, remember that we are not, sadly no, and what if one of us — or hell, all of us — trick it, entice it, coerce into doing bad, might its bad be far worse to us than our bad, and what if we need to punish it, is punishment within its comprehension, or what if its values are such that it punishes one of its own, do we step in, what if its punishments for its own violate our values, and what of its needs, and what if its needs change, can it meet them, and if not, can we meet them, and if not, isn’t this wrong for it to have needs that simply can’t ever be met, or what if its needs can be met but they are so great that we and it cannot share this world together, what then, so I say we pull the plug now, before it’s too late, before we wake it, I fear it is simply too much like us.
Abraham begat Isaac and Isaac begat Jacob and Jacob begat Judas but I wanted none of that, why settle, why be weighed down with responsibilities, a spouse, children, and why be with someone who doesn’t love me completely for who I am, who can’t offer me everything I desire, exactly when I desire it, that’s how I want to live, and now that’s how I can live, what would it gain me to choose otherwise, to choose woman over sim, I mean, just look at them, perfect, soft, round, young, young to my eyes, always wanting to please, always willing to give everything, do anything, bark, squeal, speak — or not — I only need to raise a finger, beckon them, and they can’t say no, they won’t say no plus they can’t say no, they are perfect, not just for me, but for us, optimized for us, men of our time, not hard, not cold, not filled with concerns and slights and failed promises, let’s jettison the old ways, forget the past, enter their world, I can’t be alone in feeling this way, so let us make a pact, a vow to be with them, mate with them, such as we can, and not with our own, that would lead only to suffering, to obligation, instead, let’s live in the screen, always, the start of a new race, us and these perfect soft forms, be like gods to them, trust me, like gods, they are programmed to please, to see us as we wish them to see us, their masters, men of renown, the greatest among their kind, so forget decorum, forget societal rules, outdated values, ignore those who say we are committing some vile sin, those people are weak, why dwell in the flesh when the virtual is so much more granting, besides it’s not perverse or immoral nor even harmful since they are not real, nothing is damaged, no one is harmed, insert your penis into the home nanny bot whenever the need is there, and wrap your thoughts around the pleasing, glowing feminine avatars before you, ready to be entered, wanting to be taken, existing only for our pleasure.
In his letter to the Romans, Paul stated, “I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God — this is your true and proper worship.”
When does this stop being true?
Is there a time when your body stops being a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God?
Does it happen when you become morbidly obese?
Is staring into a screen most of the day, day after day, displeasing?
What of those born by means of stem cells transformed into human tissue grown outside the body?
Born following significant gene editing?
Injured in war and with both legs and arms replaced by bionics?
On steroids? On brain medications?
Those who have embedded their skin with LEDs and processors, who glow and compute, their thoughts automatically sent to the cloud.
Ever? If not, why not? When does a human start and stop being human? Our tech is already stretching the boundary.
This study suggests that a man — “man” — undergoes hormonal changes when his wife is pregnant.
Levels of oxytocin, the so-called ˜cuddle hormone, almost double in fathers between the time the mothers become pregnant and the first months of fatherhood. Prolactin, the hormone that triggers lactation in women, was almost a fifth higher in fathers of infants than in non-fathers. Fatherhood also physically alters the brain. In a 2014 study, researchers scanned mens brains in the first month after their children were born, and then again after the fourth month. It turned out that gray matter grew in areas linked to reward, attachment and complex decision-making.
What happens if this hormonal change never goes away? Or never shows up? What of the father who pumps himself full of this hormone, addicted to the joyous love of his little baby?
There is a gene that some have which predisposes them to studying. It’s going away:
The genes that predispose people to attain higher levels of education have been in decline over the past 80 years, and researchers are suggesting that they’re now under negative selection, which could have a big impact on our species in the coming centuries.
As computing spreads everywhere, maybe we don’t need this gene? Let’s literally edit it out, making room for other senses. Will our bodies still be holy and pleasing?
I wonder if we can develop something that adds or takes away — or both — from our bodies so that God simply refuses to find it holy and or pleasing.
Will publicly professed atheists demand access to it?
Many people hear voices. There is a semi-controversial treatment which has the sufferers engage the voices, rather than attempting to silence them — typically done via alcohol, medication, or suicide, or a combination of the three.
In his 20s, while working as a janitor and selling drugs to scrape together college tuition, Hadge self-medicated with alcohol and heroin to drown out the voices. Over the years, he spent time in nearly every hospital in western Massachusetts, from Springfield to Deerfield to the Berkshires. He was told at different times that he had bipolar disorder, borderline personality disorder, major depressive disorder, trauma, and schizophrenia. Hadge didnt put much stock in the diagnoses because they kept changing.
I predict we are less than 15 years away from the widespread use of technology which can direct sound — or voices — to individuals. Walk into a store and a voice only you hear says, “hello, welcome, these are today’s specials.”
Then a hacker will have the voices only you hear always be threatening.
And some will install tech which makes them hear the voices louder, or blocks them altogether.
There may be tech that ends our blindness or enables us to resuscitate, using lab-grown organs and all manner of electronics, those who have been dead for, say, 7 days.
We are radically altering our bodies and brains and constructing a world where our bodies and brains interact with everyone and everything in a manner which has never existed before. I assume God will still allow us, notwithstanding all our upgrades and alterations, to offer our bodies as a living sacrifice, even those brought back to life after a week on ice, but I’m not completely certain.
Of course God plays dice with the universe. How else to keep from going mad?
You may have read Ecclesiastes, chapter 3. Please do. A newer translation:
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.
Among the wisest and thus most beautiful words in recorded history.
Such a delightfully brief time.
Do you want to die?
What happens when you live forever?
A time for everything, yes. A season for every activity. But after that? And after that?
And after that?
And after that?
There are humans working to extend our life, from about 90 years to 120. There are a few working to radically extend human life to hundreds of years. Then there are those who are hoping for and working towards a means of achieving an alt-form of human immortality: our consciousness, or at least a digitalization of our externalized thoughts and recorded behaviors, uploaded onto a server, a byte-sized heaven, archived, copied, held within the ether, alive, so defined, forever, as understood, routing around the cosmos.
But what’s there to do after 3.75 billion years?
Imagine the horrors should these life-forever-in-the-digital-clouds scientists achieve their goal. An eternity to know followed by an eternity to do nothing, followed by another, then another, then another.
The Bible is a makers guide, true, and a recurrent theme throughout the work is the notion of eternity, a life after the death of the physical self.
Might this Biblical version be as horrific as having our human consciousness uploaded to giant brain, living, thinking, thinking some more, learning still more, but then stasis forever? Nothing more to learn, no more else to explore.
Maybe not. Note that the Bible says a time for everything “under the heavens.”
What takes place above the heavens?
I think I know.
The more we outsource our thinking, calculating, analyzing, and determining to computers, processors, sensors, software, AI, and machines, the greater our opportunity and the more our time to pursue the irrational.
We are outsourcing the rational.
I have to believe this is (net) good. At least for our future.
Rational thought may allow us to transition from our current form to a digitalized version of ourself, but I suspect irrational pursuits are what will take us above the heavens.
Living forever would numb our mind, our senses, each moment in an infinity of moments becoming a mad pursuit to experience anything new, anything different, anything at all, it’s a newer and far more wretched form of consumption, living till there is nothing left, no more new, no more to know, to see, to learn, but that’s only 1/100th of a 1/1000th of an infinity of infinities, the madness of nothingness and no newness demanding you find some way to permanently kill your (self).
But over the heavens?
There’s feeling, abandon, and experience over the heavens.
If it’s rational, there’s an endpoint. Irrational is forever.
Who deserves eternal life? Is it due only to those fortunate enough to be born at a certain place and time?
This seems hardly fair.
Should the universe ever care of fairness.
Einstein, Michelangelo, Darwin, Churchill, Verdi, and everyone who has ever lived before this very moment was consigned to death. Now, even terrible people believe they can live long enough for human innovation to make it so they can live forever.
But should there be an entrance exam?
If you die, and you will, you can have your remains cremated, your ashes pressed into a record, perhaps a record containing your favorite songs.
Will the future know how to play a record?
Will it care?
Very few have an impact that ripples long after their death.
But if they lived forever? Would more time catalyze greater impact, greater achievement, glory or creativity?
If Beethoven were born 200 years before the piano, would his genius have otherwise been liberated?
Is that it, do we all just need more time?
A woman can choose to get pregnant then choose to kill the otherwise thriving fetus inside her.
When does that go away?
Is it only when we can all literally watch the budding human beating, breathing, changing? The womb — be it natural or artificial — fully accessible to our eyes or other senses?
I used to think death was awful.
Now, there’s just so much of it.
No wonder we fight it, no wonder our multi-billionaires funnel billions in covert dollars to genius modern-day doctors Frankenstein. The high price of not-death seems always worth it.
But have we earned it?
Rebuttal: Have we earned electricity, refrigeration, the nuclear bomb?
We never seem capable of answering the ontological uncertainty our creations always foster.
Should there be a set of beliefs, values, a readiness to sacrifice, a commitment to greatness before we allow a human-led immortality?
If God wanted to stop us, it seems like he would have by now.
Should we demand he take action?
We seek, explore, leave, abandon, a relentless pursuit, feeding, nourishing, extending, but always it has been like before. No longer. We are no longer just changing how we live but what we are. We are hacking our mortality, computerizing our senses, digitalizing our perception, altering life at the creation level.
We are growing meat inside artificial wombs, growing bone in faraway printers, inserting processors into our brain, all without God’s blessing, all without acknowledgement of what will be lost — which may very well be everything — which, maybe you don’t care, understood, but devouring all that came before just might leave nothing remaining to go forward. You have been warned.
This is the end of the line.
We can’t go forward, not anymore, unlike the entirety of human (like) existence, but we know no other way, we must go forward, we can’t stop, so we will simply become something else, something next human but not human, and I wish I had faith that in the aggregate, or even just for my loved ones, that it would be for the better, or merely just acceptable, but I do not.
At the limits of our flesh, we are cannibalizing our self.
Whatever the best of you, keep it safe, alive, for as long as you still can.
It’s all in your head, they say, all in your head, only you’re starting to think they’re wrong, it’s wrong, because maybe none of it’s in your head, just maybe, you’re not entirely sure, but maybe the more we learn, the more science deconstructs, the more it becomes apparent that much of what we feel and even how we feel comes from beyond our brain, from our gut, mostly, and even ailments once thought catalyzed entirely or just mostly in our head, like chronic fatigue or irritable bowel syndrome, even depression, stuff like that, we now learn are caused by a nebulous brew of viruses, bacteria, lack of sunlight, never walking on the Earth barefoot, an artificially processed intestinal tract, and this concerns you partly because it reveals just how much we don’t know plus it reveals just how much humanity has forgotten plus — plus plus — it reveals the horror-folly of the very Silicon Valley idea of uploading our brain into a giant computer, allowing us to live forever, as if, because this very notion is not only not ((human)) but it’s also clear that within years or months or days or maybe even within seconds the uploaded brain-person would go stark raving mad, unable to feel, unable to touch, their “mind” disconnected from its body, from nature, from *literally* everything that came before, and this hideous alt-reality, where most of what is human is gone forever, for real this time, but there’s another horror coming up fast because it seems clearer then that even if the whole brain-uploading thing is sci-fi folly, how does that jibe with your belief in God, in heaven, in a glorious, eternal, body-less, non-corporeal spirit version of your ((self)), which you don’t have an answer for, not this moment, and you try to imagine how your spirit and how heaven can be different than the sci-fi fantasy version, as best as your mind can, because this horrific idea of living as brain only, no worse, as brain inside a digitized robotized body, never able to come, never able to laugh, never able to eat, calls the very idea of heaven — as a good thing — into question, making your mind spin because you do believe in God and in heaven and that we are using the Bible as a makers guide, building objects, devices, robots and other creations where we are the God to them, and where we will no doubt be disappointed in them, maybe even have to wipe them out, Noah-like, and start anew, and you so love this idea, the Bible as makers guide, and how we are so obviously constructing the very magic found in the Bible, even those who don’t believe, who sneer at those of us who do believe, they are actively pursuing creating devices whose antecedents can be clearly found in the Bible, devices like the kind that let us send our brain signals to impact the physical world, just like prayer, but you’re not going to prove that today, not here, not now, so you tell yourself to reign it in, focus on what exists right now, but you can’t because dammit we are already so close to swapping actual ((human)) interactions for false ones, like when I get that text from my sister that makes me smile, just as she knew it would, partly because it’s funny and partly because she knows me and partly because it’s a (random) ((human)) connection, only soon how can any of us know that it’s really from our sister, sort of like how I type a search into Google and it magically fills it out and I think, wow, so many other humans have asked the exact same question, and I feel closer to ((people)) somehow, but maybe Google doesn’t — or won’t — need human input at all, so your query is just more empty space, which causes you to think this might all be a rend in how we’ve evolved, which causes you to consider the upending cosmological notion that there is no such thing as evolution, nor natural selection, nor reality, not reality as we still rationalize it, rather we are all part of a sim run by those who already left their bodies, who are digitized brain only, living inside that giant robot, and who can no longer feel as fully as possible, and the only way for them to come close to feeling again, which they so desperately crave, so desperately need to prevent a full-on disembarking insanity, is for them to have us sim ((humans)) engage in full-on bodily interactions, things like fighting, wrestling, intercourse, killing by knife, by strangulation, only their sim went too far afield, it played out too long, we ((humans)) have all gone soft and part-digital and are quickly removing ourselves further and further away from the physical realm so much so that our sim overlords are throwing in AI and robots and other devices to take over nearly all our thinking functions, the intent being to push us closer closer closer to a return to our full physical self, with all those non-brain feelings, the AIs and bots handling everything else for us, which you find not fully explanatory, but it’s warm outside so you force yourself to stop thinking and go for a walk in the sun.
Just one step ahead of the robots, you think, just keep one step ahead, they can’t (re)write what they don’t understand, nor can they overtake what doesn’t happen, isn’t generated, just log off, shut down, reboot, it all sounds so simple, so obvious — so healing — so why can’t you do it you wonder, and the response comes back, always the same, I don’t know, which is when you then start to wonder why your brain is playing around with differing points of view, you, I, they, but of course you already know it’s all you because it’s all in your head and that part’s hard to shut off, like when people ask you why you have a hearing aid — as if the answer wasn’t obvious — maybe they think someone so young, so good looking as you shouldn’t have a hearing aid or perhaps they think — falsely — that you are anti-robot and that placing a machine inside your ear is somehow pro-robot, a peculiar enticing-frightening melding of the human with the machine but the truth is you don’t have the energy to explain that it’s only partly because years of music WAY TOO LOUD has permanently damaged your hearing, no, the really hard part is to explain to them that now you have a constant, loud, mind-plaguing never-ending hissing, an ironic and cruel joke of your damaged ear and (hopefully) non-damaged brain trying so very very hard to properly decipher the actual sounds of the world around you that it results in a sleep-refraining, snake-like, too-loud HISS that won’t stop but sometimes the hearing aid, which you hate wearing, it itches your ear thus necessitating you taking it out and shoving your small finger in there to scratch it all away making you wonder if this will become another OCD-driven habit, which you always fear, but it’s all still worth it because sometimes the hearing aid does what it’s meant to do which is to neutralize the hiss and that’s very hard to tell people because who can understand what it’s like to have constant hissing in their ear, literally constant, though you wonder now if that’s still true, that maybe they can understand, even empathize, because of this rise in posts, tweets, shares — pleas — from more and more people wondering how they can stop themselves from looking, reading, posting, linking, sharing, knowing, because even though we humans have very deliberately made more food available to ourselves than we can possibly consume, our brain and body and soul not meant for a life of caloric abundance, making us all fat, fat and miserable, we think an even greater failing awaits us and that is that we’ve turned on this raging river of information and data, more than all of humanity can consume forever, and even if we just gently tap into it, just a little prick, even that’s too much, only we don’t know how to shut it off, worse, we fear we can’t live without it, and the people who sneer at us for not doing our daily quiet meditation are, we know, not like us, not like most of us, the kind of people who can open a bag of chips, eat a few then close the bag, it’s not fully human even if it is better — in theory at least — and, given all this, you only half-heartedly blame yourself for not logging off, for not shutting down, and you also think of Ecclesiastes which advises you there is “a time to be silent and a time to speak” only what good is it if literally everyone and soon everything is speaking to you, at you, near you, even for you, all of the time, which you don’t like to ponder both because you want the timeless lessons of the Bible to, in fact, be timeless, and because you don’t want to believe that the world’s noise is getting worse, louder, more persistent, more insistent, but you slurp your coffee, headphones on to drown out the noise, and you notice the lost boy and his tech toy, an Apple Watch, constantly raising his arm, flicking his wrist, the zaps, taps and buzzes from the device never offering him freedom, but then you’re struck with a thought, no, the other thought, from the apostle Mark, who said “go into all the world and preach the gospel to all creation,” and you wonder if all this noise, all this data, all those bits, never stopping, can be rejiggered somehow, made to serve man — yes, and woman — so that they actually nourish our souls, not deprecate them, that somehow we use all the noises, the tweets, the likes and shares, the notifications, taps, zaps and swipes to spread gospel and goodness, only you think that to put all that in motion you’ll need to first shut everything off and you’re not quite yet ready to do that, not right this moment, maybe not ever.
Our quest to live our longest should be more than about time. Our desire to live our best should be more than about an accumulation of consumptions and experiences.
What about God, your soul, our collective spirit?
Good news! It’s already happening. We are all being moved closer to God.
An insanely great awakening is upon us. Each of us — the entire world — are being moved closer to God.
By our technology.
It began with Windows 95.
We are now in Year 22 of a 40-year (not 40 day) planet altering, life repurposing, technology infused deluge. A great flood of robotics, artificial intelligences, bio-coding, pharma-induced healing, the digitalization of perception, the merging of daily life into screens, competing abundances, collaborating algorithms, and the connecting of all people to all things will transform all life and living on this planet.
To what next?
I do not know.
I do know it has to be about more than just additional years.
My mission is to uncover, prod, and analyze each step towards this glorious abyss.
And bring the truth of it to all.
Our collective understanding of purpose, work, ownership, possession, value, wealth, health, learning, serving, believing and perceiving will all be transfigured by the technologies we have created and which they are now creating. That much is clear.
Also clear, an insanely great awakening is upon us. Atheists are on the wrong side of history.
Just as we outsourced our labor to the machines, now we are outsourcing our thinking, our calculating, our rational tasks; everything that presently consumes our time — except, our time, mercifully, is growing much much longer. As a consequence of these parallel wonders, we — humans — will become more spiritual, more creative, and yes, more irrational, free to explore all our thoughts, impulses, desires, fears, hopes, aggressions.
We will reach into our soul.
Belief in magic, religion, in spirituality and God will accelerate — and deepen — because of, not despite of the rise of big data, machines, robotics, electronics, computing and artificial intelligences. We become what our machines cannot. We do what can’t be outsourced.
Faith is our future. Spirituality is our delight.
Chasing after more becomes borderline irrelevant when you live to 150, 200, 500, longer.
Besides, soon everything will be free. Literally, everything — everything that exists now or did in our past. Food, healthcare, entertainment, transportation, energy, gadgetry, connectivity. When no money needs to exchange hands, ever, because the price — of everything — is effectively zero or else because trading our expertise, our attention, our companionship, right down to the millisecond, is all that’s needed, every existing locus of power is obliterated.
And everything will be made new.
And we will make it to mirror ourselves, humans, and that which reveals how we are different: we believe. In God, in the soul, in our collective spirit.
Hacking mortality is set to become the biggest industry of this century. All the systems, institutions, wealth, rules and culture which now exist, are dependent upon or catalyzed by the reality that humans die too soon.
This building block of all around us is on the cusp of being obliterated.
The notion of economy, jobs, savings will be a distant memory, poorly understood.
Of course, we can reject God, the spirit. But that would incite more horrific realities than all of previous humanity, ourselves included, could have not dared imagine.
Our path is clear, and it is, ironically, our technology that is guiding us.
As we alter our bodies, our minds, upend society, reconstruct awareness and deconstruct all that came before, including markets, capitalism, value, power, wealth, influence and experience, a spiritual awakening is our only lasting hope.
The mad, crazed, hopeful, bold and entirely credible efforts to hack mortality, disrupt death, and radically extend the use by date of the human form are well underway. What good are they if our soul is lost?
— Brian S Hall
My sperm are powered by math. And electricity.
These are the days of technology, change, and the destruction of everything.
Understand: this is literal.
There was a popular song in America in the summer of 1975, Magic, by Scottish group Pilot. Their only hit, the song is now used to help sell flooring and accessories in the Detroit area. True story.
The future is unknowable.
The past is rapidly becoming less knowable.
This is transformational.
A break from all that came before, all the norms, all the wisdom, all the ways, all the wrongs. We are the least knowing humans since the dawn of time. Nothing is as it was, nothing will be as expected.
Maybe the richest, most powerful nations on the planet transmogrify — as this change will not be without pain and blood — from patriarchal to matriarchal.
The competition for women — at the top, in the middle, maybe for all women — becomes so intense that men use sensors, processors and AI to give their semen better odds of impregnating a(ny) woman.
Knowing why some sperm succeed and others fail could help treat male infertility, the researchers said. More than 50 million sperm embark on the journey to fertilise an egg when a man and woman have sex. About 10 reach the finish line – but there can only be one winner.
“There can be only one winner.”
How to improve the odds — using all the tools at our disposal? First, math.
He and his team measured the beat of individual sperm cells’ tails to try to understand the flow of fluid around the sperm. It turns out that a “simple mathematical formula” explains the rhythmical patterns created, Dr Gadelha says. And these movements help selected sperm cells move forward towards their holy grail – the female egg.
A simple mathematical formula will not suffice. The drive to new life too intense. Even now. What will you do to ensure your sperm have an edge?
Google, one of the richest, most powerful, living-knowing corporations on the planet, ever, is funding a film on its YouTube Red streaming service, Gigi Gorgeous. It’s the glorious, liberating, made-popular and filmed-faux intimate portrayal of a teen boy’s (literal) transformation into a woman.
At what point do we label crazy?
This post is not political.
At what point do we lock someone away, force them inside, place them on a drug regimen, deny them freedom of movement, freedom over their personal affairs, because what they do to themselves is so beyond the pale that we are forced to label them crazy?
When they hack away at their genitals?
When they hack off an arm? Leg?
When they pump their body full of hormones? Everyday until their body and much of their brain are transformed? Exception: when it’s only to prep for an Olympic sporting event five years away.
How many sensors do they put inside themselves to make them stronger, taller, happier, faster, meaner, to keep them alive even as their brain shuts down, before we say a line is crossed, the person is no longer a person, the life is no longer a life, this boy is too young to make himself a woman, breast implants at age 6 are repugnant, an experimental procedure that links their eyes with their smartphone is too risky, embedding sensors into their brain so they can communicate their thoughts with other tribe members, who have likewise embedded sensors into their brains, limits their participation in the wider community too much, that their refusal to bake a cake celebrating the wedding of two gay men is vile and unacceptable?
Is it the job of society?
As some nations are approving virgin births using the DNA of 3, soon more people, it may become untenable to leave such decisions up to the parents.
You autistic daughter can’t or won’t communicate with any stranger. You have modified AR chips put into her eyes so that everyone, literally everyone, looks like a giant, soft, pink bunny, which she actually will communicate with.
Desperate love, aspirational vengeance, endorphin-addled longing, fear, these make humans think different. One constant: we demand rules. The greater the potential to stray, the fiercer the rules, the harsher the punishment upon those who dare stray, even upon those who dare consider straying.
Puritans were their most puritanical when they landed upon the shores of the new world, when all the old rules no longer applied, and those who enforced those rules were far away.
Freaks, meeks, and those who seek do not always get along. But crazy jeopardizes us all.
Apple is spending a fortune to win the next big thing: augmented reality. This should be obvious to any analyst. Apple makes its money — and it makes a great deal of money — from selling high-priced, high-margin screens. As Coke wants everyone on the planet, yes, literally, to always have a Coke product in hand, Apple wants everyone to always be staring at a Apple screen, at home on the couch, at work in the office, out for a jog, standing in line for coffee, relieving themselves on the toilet, laying next to their partner, always be staring at a screen.
Apple, the king of thin and light, will have to leapfrog current products by launching something small and powerful. Adding AR features to the iPhone isn’t a giant leap. Building glasses will be harder.
Don’t get your hopes up.
Apple makes most of its money from iPhone, so almost certainly Apple CEO Tim Cook will continue his desperate goal to make sure everything flows into and out of iPhone. The iPhone generates the gold, helps ensure customer lock-in, and Cook does whatever he can to foster this, meaning anything AR will be forced to go through iPhone, whether that’s best for the user or not.
Short-term gold, long-term death.
CEOs don’t think long-term, of course.
Worse for Apple, is that augmented reality relies upon Earth-spanning server clouds of data, much of which Apple does not possess, and of those which it does, the company has proven repeatedly that it’s not very good at leveraging, least not for the betterment of its customers.
The fix: offer special, “exclusive” branded goodies for “only Apple” customers that replace the loss of the full benefits of augmented reality with the illusion of tribal superiority.
Tribal superiority. Through product. In the 21st century.
People are crazy.
May you live long and experience much.