The road to the trans-humanism of Julian Huxley and Fichte.
Wait until our children have such a minimum capacity to control inner emotions and use language, since they will never ever have to practice any human interactions-—just looking at screens and pressing buttons-—the autistic personalities blossom—no eye contract, where every thing caters to Outer Control ONLY, since there will be no Inner Control (Virtue) which takes close human interactions with human beings and agency—which takes 18 years of constant practice with reading the Great Books and Real Life Experiences with others (not dealing with an artificial reality).
Like Ray Bradbury stated in F451-—all books were NOT taken away and burned by the State-—the people CHOSE to sit in front of screens (alienation) and quit reading (agency). They desired the control and programming by others 24/7 with no intellectual growth—(no agency/self-initiative/building of the brain).
Then, when the minds of generations are fried—limited—controlled, programmed—by the super elite satanists/psychopaths, the “few” who were alway out of Plato’s Cave were hunted and destroyed—and the books burned. (All “thinking” is completely controlled by elites-—Good and Evil is created by the State).
Hopefully, Mel Gibson who used to have the screen rights to the Bradbury book, will get the psychology correct. Bradbury was disappointed in Hollywood’s version (of course) which missed the point of the book———People CHOSE slavery and socialism/tyranny. It was only a few who had to go underground when the “firemen” had to be created.
As Aristotle stated, we are social animals. When we live in non-human artificial worlds, where we use the mind in such limited, outer controlled ways, it will create psychosis and mental illness and psychopaths. It is dehumanization.
Love (true humanization) is practiced only by human interaction/time and using all the senses which integrates the brain fully. When people are removed from healthy, loving community interactions with people—they have no true friends—no skills to make friends (which are learned and practiced continually)-—they become like an Adam Lanza or that Bergdahl—people incapable of making friends or relating to real people.
Am I going on a rant? Yes! But I see in the future so clearly with driverless cars (no agency) and robots making it so people never have to move an atom in the brain. It will literally be shut down (the brain) which is what Fichte designed the Prussian school system to do—destroy Free Will-—so people are incapable of profound, abstract thought. Just feelings associated to concepts—conditioning to be the “happy slaves” for the state-—too dumb to “know” anything, even if they are male or female. (No identity, no self, no agency, no individualism possible——all socialism/group-(non)-think—totally controlled, tribal mindsets.
It is the trans-humanism that Huxley understood is the endgame of the psychopaths who become so deranged from power. Machines/robots/tv/movies/video”games” are the means to destroy the ability to control true human emotions and have profound real life experiences which require Free Will (true choice).
That sounded a lot like "Demolition Man"...where the Dennis Leary character said...
That's right. You see, according to *Cacteau's* plan. *I'm* the enemy. Because I like to think, I like to read. I'm into freedom of speech, freedom of choice. I'm the kind if guy who would sit in the greasy spoon and think "Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the big rack of Barbecued spare ribs with the side order of gravy fries?" I *want* high cholesterol. I want to eat bacon, butter and buckets of cheese alright? I want to smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinatti in a non-smoking section. I wanna run around naked with green jell-o all over my body reading a Playboy magazine. Why? Because maybe I feel the need to okay pal? I've *seen* the future, you know what it is. It's made by a 47 year-old virgin in gray pajamas soaking in a bubble bath, drinking a broccoli milkshake and thinking "I'm an Oscar-Meyer Wiener". You wanna live on top, you gotta live Cacteau's way. What he wants, when he wants, how he wants. Your other option: come down here, maybe starve to death.