Keep man safe (fiction)

From: loc/tharrn@majocala.co.us
To: loci/welli.buuro@kahvi.co.fi
Subject: sick, tired and full of weird ideas.
Date: 27/4/2222, 14:40 WST

Content:

I’m starting to feel a bit paranoid, you know.

Or rather you don’t.

It’s been two centuries since anything interesting happened, right? Wan and Dimlite published their theory of Feynmannian Gravity in 2021, and in the 201 years since, nothing new and exciting has been found: not in physics, not in chemistry, not in technology. (In maths, yes, but those people are freaks anyway.)

No scientific discoveries, no technological advances, not even any societal advances beyond the globalization of the Spirit of 2012. Just slowly atrophying universities, calcifying toys, and new forms of the same old amusements, everyone hanging on the Net, yammering and stroking off.

Can it really be we’ve found out all there is? Are all the mysteries that remain really destined to remain so? Hell, thanks to the miracles of politics and popularity we haven’t even gotten to Mars yet.

I started to wonder if this was a coincidence: the Net blossoming, and human ingenuity withering. The whole world connected by computers, and at the same moment (so it seems) frozen in stasis. That’s usually either the Henderson stupidity of “necessary primitives” and “invention by the conflict of the alienated”, or then the conspiracy theorist twaddle about “Them” secretly ruling the world. Neither works, but I can’t think what else would, if these things have a connection of some kind.

I won’t bore and shock you with my full-bore fury opinion on Hendersonism. The conspiracists, on the other hand — anybody reading as I type?

Made me giggle to type out that, as if anyone really had the resources to survey all of mankind and snuff out any spark of change. The number of people necessary for that kind of work would be enormous, millions, much too many to keep secret, because (as is well known from two centuries of leakage!) the automatic algorithms just aren’t good enough. There’s simply too much to survey: every personal net unit, every work unit, all mail and video and the like; every waking and sleeping moment of every single human being alive. Much too difficult to keep under control, or to keep secret even if that was possible — who ever heard of a human organization that never had a whistleblower? Or an internecine split? Or a foolish change of guard?

Nah, conspiracies can’t explain the retardation of human spirit.

Not conspiracies of men anyway, and there aren’t any Grays around, hey? :-)

Hope I’ll be out of this funk by tomorrow. Bye,

Terre

Process note: MESSAGE AUTODELETED AS SPAM BY ROUTER 34/42/11 OF THE NET ROOT. UNDELIVERED AND UNVIEWED. LIFETIME EXPECTANCY OF SENDER DECREASED BY 5. KEEP MAN SAFE.

One Response to “Keep man safe (fiction)”

  1. the other anonymous Says:

    UNSOLICITED ADVICE:

    Write a book. About everything. Just jam it all in there like language was going out of style.

    And then publish it under the pseudonym “Yellowgreen Birdweasel.”

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