Internet poisoning and the social-media panopticon/Skinner Boxes all our media types have constructed for themselves means they essentially live in an eternal present, where the dates change but every moment of every day is the same exhausting disorienting (yet also mostly imaginary) battle for civilization, where they stay frozen like B…
Internet poisoning and the social-media panopticon/Skinner Boxes all our media types have constructed for themselves means they essentially live in an eternal present, where the dates change but every moment of every day is the same exhausting disorienting (yet also mostly imaginary) battle for civilization, where they stay frozen like Buridan's ass always being tugged by either bliss at their utopian future coming into view or its opposite, all their evil political enemies at last triumphing and installing the Fourth Reich.
It seems like a really miserable and brain- and soul-destroying way to live, but I guess it beats getting a real job or surrendering all the illusions they have about being fearless moral guides, which would also have to be accompanied by the realization that somehow they've become all they claim to hate.
The digital dream world takes escapism to new, previously unimaginable, heights.
Humanity will speciate: the nature and degree of old school reality to which people have access will depend on their bank balances. The rich will reserve real-world experience for themselves while the proles will work and die in virtual reality, subject to the disciplines of social media relieved by the joys of virtual companionship from digital geishas generated by AI pornware. When pressures build up they will be resolved by corporate sponsored protests that blend "Day of the Locusts" with Maoist struggle sessions (edgy t-shirts and merchandise available for purchase).
Internet poisoning and the social-media panopticon/Skinner Boxes all our media types have constructed for themselves means they essentially live in an eternal present, where the dates change but every moment of every day is the same exhausting disorienting (yet also mostly imaginary) battle for civilization, where they stay frozen like Buridan's ass always being tugged by either bliss at their utopian future coming into view or its opposite, all their evil political enemies at last triumphing and installing the Fourth Reich.
It seems like a really miserable and brain- and soul-destroying way to live, but I guess it beats getting a real job or surrendering all the illusions they have about being fearless moral guides, which would also have to be accompanied by the realization that somehow they've become all they claim to hate.
The digital dream world takes escapism to new, previously unimaginable, heights.
Humanity will speciate: the nature and degree of old school reality to which people have access will depend on their bank balances. The rich will reserve real-world experience for themselves while the proles will work and die in virtual reality, subject to the disciplines of social media relieved by the joys of virtual companionship from digital geishas generated by AI pornware. When pressures build up they will be resolved by corporate sponsored protests that blend "Day of the Locusts" with Maoist struggle sessions (edgy t-shirts and merchandise available for purchase).
Or Jesus comes again to reward the righteous and punish the wicked.
"Behold, I am with you always, until the close of age." End of Matthew.