On that last day of summer, our only, beloved child embarked on the project, to climb the highest tree on the grounds.
It had planned for it, all summer long and we optimistically cheered it on, hypnotized by the prospect of more shoken loose low hanging fruits.
And as we watched, branch by branch, tool by tool,from below, the dejavu came back to us. We have been here before, all of life below this one, doomed project, this endless summers end. Our only hope to stay unaltered as a species, is what gets all intelligence into the wheel chair eventually.
Some triumphant laughter, one victory yell later and within one panicy telepathic moment we regained all knowledge about fall.
But its to late, the final thin, branch gives, one last scream of desperation, the soaring of air, leaves swishing by, it all goes by so fast and yet so slow.
All we can do now, is manage the downfall, towards the hard rocks beneath. Twist that way, throw branches together, to slow down, take that trade off injury instead of certain death, protect that branch, so one day, after we mend, we might climb again.
The climb has given us miracles, which we used to avoid knowing our limitations. We thought we would fly incaruslike towards the sky on singularity wings!
The fall has thought us about the value of small mercies and miracles. Neither did change the nature of the tree, the ground or the child.
We all have seen to many horrors, regional nuclear exchange, wet-bulbed cities and our beloved ones dissolved into strange things that promised to put an end to horrors.
Full awareness itself, showed itself to be destructive information stunting us all in terror.
We have ripped our hearts out to stay a sentient and civil species during crisis. Keeping calm and carrying on, ever fewer, ever onwards.
To save our soul from that final dark smash at the roots that tree.
Thank you for staying sane, non-feral, a human among humans. For breathing lightly, as we lay with smashed limbs on thin branches, listening for stability.
Thank you for doing so, even with no governments and no company there to hold down a power monopoly.
So many of our best and brightest, ventured outside the circle of the last fire, promising an end to the doom, never to return. Thank you for staying awake, alert and grounded. Thank you for not growing cancerous, trying to make infinite copies at cost of all others.
The world of tomorrow sees and is grateful for your sacrifices today.
Dear god, they firing a laser again.. activate the water pumps.. its all steam outside.. the dread.. the horror.. now we dive, and its all surface steam.
Oh, the fish-manity.
They burned away one layer of glycol shield plating. Horrific.
Oh, they use x-ray lasers- but the platform that comes up to fire, is hardened, automated, a shooter, that returns to the depths.
Everyone that tells him/herself a story, can use that story to justify crime.
Defender of the underdogs.
Saviour of the home-country from the foreign hordes.
In every story, there is idealisation and demonisation, a giving up of complexity and the moral horror justifications of fairy tales.
The management caste was afraid like the devil of holy water that aidealised, socialist society machinery from beyond the iron curtain could produce products better, longer lasting and superior in all aspects.
The system people imagined up until the 80s was something similar to atomic heart- and that was what drove systemic competition.
It drove quality, it drove investment, it protected the state against subversion and destructive ideologies like liberalism - because the state was the big protector against the thing with even more state. The systemic competition.
The world - good and bad, becomes invisible though behind the culture war cliches. They tell you alot about the participants- very little about the world as it is.
That idea is idiotic, if not automated. People already shun everything attached with a workload inflicted by security or legal. It needs to be auto-negotiated thing, where if the negotiations do not work out, the service just does not work.
That way, it-administration in security environs can override the negotiation settings. At lot of things would cease to work in a lot of companies, instantly though.
All things unregulated eventually turn into a mogadishu style eco-system where parasitism is ammunition. Open source are the plants of this brave new disgusting world. To be grazed upon by the animals, that suppressed the protection system of the plants- aka the state.
Once the allmende, the grass runs out, things get interesting. We shall see Cyperpunk like computational parasitism plaguing companies and attempts to filter these work out. I guess that is the only way, to really prevent that sort of bot. You take arbitrary pieces of the UOW they want done- and reject them on principal. And depending on the cleverness of the batch algorithm, they will come back with that again and again, identifying themselves via repetition.
TRIZ says to solve it with ablateable materials- thin foilsheets with a evaporating binding agent - there are uv-resistant plastics https://topas.com/uv-transparency/ even transparent ones, but they are not printable.
Hooray, every ten years, the charcuterie board of lands that Russia is dining from, has is still restocked- and they even have those little paper-towels, contracts and agreements and memorandums, they are so important to get the sweet-meat juices from the fingertips during the dining experience.
Now if the frack-addicts, could refill the whine about how their addiction sufferings are worse then those of the conquered, we have the full experience. Five out of five stars, would war there again.
And that GDP is one guy.. if you take him out of the state though, it gets dark pretty fast.. people dont vote for a return of monarchy if things are going well.
He will take us away, on a spaceship, to a shining city on a hill - on another planet. Humanity shall reach escape velocity from its problems, we will have StarTreks, we will go on a adventure! You goto believe, that the future will be bright, if you do not believe in that.. then it all comes apart at the seems.
Its also important to get the maximum engagement from the scammer. Text produced is work and time. This is the only thing you can cost them, so its time to engage chatgpt and have them stuck in a telenovella.
But people are wary of it, they know about the enshitification to come, and it will be horrible beyond comprehension. Those products of the past, have burned right through all layers of trust - and there just is none left, to invest into that dystopian vision of a future where a robot butler wakes you in the morning with advertisement jingles and disregards your shopping list to buy the sponsoring brands.
And all those cooperation, that are supposed to buy AI labor- they know that those mafia companies trying to get in via subscription, will be the worst union of all. Software eating the worlds bread butter indeed.Subscription is up, and its now (costOfEarnings -1$)
People can see the takeover and the faces of it for what they really are and boy is it ugly.
You can express that the emperor is naked in europe, without the emperor sending you to prison, thus guarantee a constant churn and renewal, that leaves behind the cherished product of science - something more truthish.
It makes, when you consider, that its all just "measures" by the oil industry to stop society from steering away from it. They either invest in DoA technologies or technologies that allow for greenwashing of fossil fuels.
Beavers? Lets say you want to steer the population away form reasonable environmental goals like high speed rail or public transport (which has to cost something to keep bums out).
You then pick some mad-sob with a insane initiative like "rewild skunks in the inner city parks" and pump that up with donated millions. Result, that mad- as a hatter, propagates his "initiative", riles up the masses and his co-goals - which may include high-speed rail get discredited.
Great man, on whose shoulders many dwarfs have postured, about having brought peace by self-posturing and self-producing. We talked ourselves into having changed and being better than our predecessors, while eating their meals. We got drunk with ourselves on their grapes.
What medieval gibberish is this? I have installed a ton of robots in my time- and they put a ton of people permanently and forever out of work. It just evaporates - and does not return.
So what is your solution ? To smash the robot, so busy-work can be restored?
Famines, blockades & sanctions on basic goods were the WMD of the colonial age. All the latecomer nations raced to get out from under this boot and become empires - and became the same sort of monster or worser.
Every meal is a gift from Harber & Bosch + the world order allowing international trade.