"Ok, ok, it's Caitlyn and not Bruce. Can we go home now?"
Posted on 11/12/2017 9:54:03 AM PST by Baynative
Welcome to the year 2030. Welcome to my city - or should I say, "our city". I don't own anything. I don't own a car. I don't own a house. I don't own any appliances or any clothes.
It might seem odd to you, but it makes perfect sense for us in this city. Everything you considered a product, has now become a service. We have access to transportation, accommodation, food and all the things we need in our daily lives. One by one all these things became free, so it ended up not making sense for us to own much.
(Excerpt) Read more at weforum.org ...
Imagine all the people... living life in peace... woo hoo hoo.
From each according to his ability, to each according to his need.
Utopia. Liberalism is indeed a mental disorder.
I never, ever want to live like this.
Is this article supposed to be a Kafka-esque nightmare? Or has the author been watching too many episodes of Star Trek?
“Mr Sensible” from The Pilgrims Regress finally reaches the city of Clap Trap.
“Author’s note: Some people have read this blog as my utopia or dream of the future. It is not. It is a scenario showing where we could be heading - for better and for worse. I wrote this piece to start a discussion about some of the pros and cons of the current technological development. When we are dealing with the future, it is not enough to work with reports. We should start discussions in many new ways. This is the intention with this piece.
Written by
Ida Auken, Member of Parliament, Parliament of Denmark (Folketinget)”
I am certain that all the Muslims that have been allowed to invade Denmark are going to go along with this as well. /s
And I looked down and saw the ants. It hit me. As a child I had marveled at how organized the serf ants were, and I was glad for my freedom. Now, as I look at how some ants seem to be marching in a slightly different path from their brethren, I become envious. Now, the organized ants seem to have more freedom than I do...
The author offers this up for discussion, he says at the footnote. It’s more of a prediction than a hope for the future, so my comments are not a knock on him.
My take: It’s an incomplete description of the society that would exist. Who would be in the really nice houses? Who would run things? Who would tend the machines and create new types of things? Who would handle physical emergencies like earthquakes, hurricanes, or catastrophic power outages?
The description is incomplete on the bottom as well as the top. The city doesn’t exist in isolation. Rather, it exists alongside the not-city. It’s probably very simplistic to assume everyone who is in the not-city is there by choice because they are Luddites. Maybe those people who are outside the city are there because of their race. Maybe they are there because they are the low-wage earners who service the city.
Somebody’s going to be in the .0001 percent steering the ship and eating the caviar. This description was written from the viewpoint of a future someone who wasn’t.
That sound like the most miserable dystopian s***hole imaginable. Without challenge or risk people would wither. You could also bet your authoritarian technocracy masters would be using you as pawns in their games for sure.
The few individualists left would seek every opportunity to slip outside the city and take the Red Barchetta for a spin...
“...and I pissed away every single dime I made on lattes and fancy clothes so my net worth is zero. Not to worry...I’ll retire on my Social Security.”
Everything is “free” in North Korea. The author can move there now.
"Ok, ok, it's Caitlyn and not Bruce. Can we go home now?"
Exceptionalism is a lie.
Choose equality as your special talent.
Difference is frustration.
To excel is to fail.
Be your best by never being your best.
Conformity will set you free.
Accept your limitations and happiness will follow.
You are no better than your friends.
In sameness, there is peace.
Exceptionalism is a lie.
Choose equality as your special talent.
Difference is frustration.
To excel is to fail.
Be your best by never being your best.
Conformity will set you free.
Accept your limitations and happiness will follow.
You are no better than your friends.
And yet they still get pissed when they have to show an ID at the voting booth.
>>Shopping? I can’t really remember what that is. For most of us, it has been turned into choosing things to use. Sometimes I find this fun, and sometimes I just want the algorithm to do it for me. It knows my taste better than I do by now.<<
True Blue Democrat.
Ah, once again I recommend Googling a very old short SF story written by an Oxford Don around the beginning of the 20th century. Title: “The Machine Stops”.
It nails the Facebook collection of clowns (read it and see if the central character totally fits modern millennials) and shows what’ll happen when all services/technology are handed over for control by automation. (And yes, in the silly society described by the idiot World Economic Forum writer, things will have to be automated, since no self respecting human will want to be degraded by work.)
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