The Future

I've moved through this.... What have I learned? It pays to be one step ahead of the flock. At least that way I can make a move before the route gets sealed up. This is surprising though. Who really saw it coming? If you were to share these ideas six years ago, people would have thought you were nuts. Without getting into specifics and drawing a picture of every grim aspect of it, I'm talking about the current state of privacy.

It is very comical really. Something that we so fiercely clung to, we so readily divulged in the name of social narcissism. You say you're streamlined, enlightened, I say you're infected, dumbed-down. The first realization about the new technologies that made me start to pull away was the systematic dumb down. When we start to employ digital contact books, we start to not remember any phone numbers. GPS can be useful for some, but it can make a lot more forget how to get places without it. When this little device in your pocket can tell you everything, you no longer need to think. When you no longer think, your brain receives no exercise.

These little device in our pockets interconnect us more than ever, albeit digitally. I now have the ability to discuss quantum physics with someone in Hong Kong. I also have the ability to tweet about the muffin I ate, or Facebook message my friend down the street. At the same time we're losing the ability to go out, approach, and interact with people in the real world. People are becoming more fearful of one another. How can we possibly talk to someone in person without reading their dossier first?

What happens when the network goes dead? Maybe say, ten years from now. By this point, we're all mental vegetables who have forgotten how to do anything because we're living in a digital matrix that does everything for us but wipe our asses and suck our dicks. Well, it will probably even do that. There's a good chance even our bodies will be defunct by then through food additives and environmental contaminants. So here we are, separated from one another in our little boxes, minds numb, bodies weak, too drunk to fuck.

Who will want to go out anyway with drones roaming the streets?
Who will want to talk when the fear of prosecution becomes very real?
Who will want to stand up when it means getting cut off at the kneecaps?