This is a big one, because I have a lot of shit to say.
Even if things don't get worse around our neck of the galaxy, it is too late to help all those affected by our rampant abusive technology...If the world became a paradise tomorrow, they would still be sick. Killing them isn't a long term solution either, because they will simply retain what happened and carry it with them in the next life...ask me how I know. It's going to take an ENORMOUS amount of patience, and millions upon millions of loving parents in order to do what needs to be done. And we don't have either of those.
Apart from the massive knowledge disconnect, even if people knew about this - the system, the coming events, etc. - they still wouldn't want to be reminded. It's understandable - who the fuck wants to hear that starting over is now an honest, viable consideration? We aren't wired to want that, for others much less ourselves.
People want to keep on. They also want their cognitively dissonant delusions to continue working out for them - but sadly it's often that those solutions are stealing from them, instead. But the cracks are beginning to show, even to the layman.
A good metric is to stay ahead of the "public lag". This is because by the time everybody figures something out, it's usually too late to gain any advantage in that sector. If tomorrow everyone across the U.S. had the bright idea to start stocking up food, it's too late - there wouldn't be enough time or supply, not to mention it'd be Black Friday times fifty. We've already seen this in action, during what was a very interesting test during 2020-21. And yes, that's what it fucking was, I don't care if you believe it or not. And if you think that was bad, I suggest boarding up the windows if and when the fighting comes westward...or if the sleeper cells get a text message that reads "Now."
The world has changed a lot in eight years. You meet people now, and they're all the same. They can't shut off Discord for more than a few seconds. It's impossible to find company that isn't desensitized to everything. The strangest part might just be how easily this new way has been accepted, and welcomed with open arms like an old friend. It was never like this before! How can we give ourselves up to technology so easily, as though it were a god? Because we are tired. Tired of bombardment, tired of screaming, dissonant thoughts and goaded tribalism. We have been purposefully exhausted of our will because of another's fear of our true potential. And our escape mechanisms are going to collapse all around us like a house of cards.
I had planned to write about this in a previous article, but held off on it at the time...I really hate this "in-between techtree" bullshit we've got going on Earth. Prior to this, I had lived in two polar opposite societies. One was sticks, stones, animal hides and leaves. I was a hunter gatherer. I was good at what I did. It was simple, meaningful and fulfilling even if I didn't like many of the people there. We had our gods, our "magical" talismans, a small social hierarchy, all that jazz. It was far from perfect, believe me. But it was natural. What happened, happened. If you were weak, you'd probably get eaten by a superior animal. That's the way it went.
I later had the opportunity to see a very, very advanced world. It couldn't have been more different, and yet the core family values were still very alive and well. They did not worship anyone (I was initially very upset about this) and, I guess the best way to summarize would be that there were so many more ways to fit in. Whatever you were good at, you could find a niché, and people would help you find it, too. For some, that was actually their job. So kind of like if school was actually useful here, I guess. With great advancements had come a great responsibility to moderate and curate in all things - including the amount of people allowed to live on the planet at once.
And of course, there was no currency.
Around here, it's neither of these. We have a galvanizingly stressful, frankensteined duo between medieval levels of primitive emotional, civil and educational practice, mixed with surprisingly advanced tech we really shouldn't have. And no...I'm not talking about AI. People would never sleep again if they knew the things we have been capable of for 80 years, and we haven't slowed down. I guess what I'm saying is I'd rather be anywhere than this exponentially chaotic version of in-between.
This is a prison planet. That's the key here. 8 BILLION ARE TREATED AS CRIMINALS by a computer system and what amounts to a company of wizards of Oz. Think about how we, the general public consider human criminals in our daily existence...we don't. We fear them, we detest them, we want to forget they exist, keep them away, keep them down, and ensure they don't overpower the jailers and escape. Sound familiar? That is how they view us, too!
The disproportionate tech is a highly convenient tool for keeping the prisoners down, poor, dying, divided and powerless. "If that's true," you say, "then why give any of it to the public at all?" First - the public has access to truly so very little of the repertoire - only what is deemed safe in advance. Second, look what it's done to us! You think that was by accident? As they say around here, the future is already invented, and is merely waiting its turn in a research paper. Plus, this strategy does a lot of dirty work for the jailers, and serves as a convenient automative reinforcement tool. Major public innovations have been quietly buried countless times - anti-grav and free energy are big ones. We should have had them long ago. Some kid will come along and create something truly ingenius in his bedroom and want to show it off...so they'll do the parade, then give the family a cookie to "go away".
The prospects of the coming year aren't so much terrifying because of the amount of people who have yet to die, but because the global economic, social, political and religious unrest will be capitalized on in ways we are not prepared for. "Let no conflict go to waste." With so many issues reaching critical mass at the same time (isn't that interesting?) there is no cure - no way to prevent the collapse of the systems and a mandatory reshaping of them if we are to continue. And any proposed cure to keep things as they are in spite of it all will only serve to bring us closer to a fever pitch, on a scale humans have not yet seen. A full-blown conflict would ultimately widen the gap irreparably between the ones running this place and the prisoners at large, to a point of likely no return. That is why this is such a pivotal moment in history.
But I don't give a shit about crystal balls anymore. The whole "it can go one of many different ways" sentiment doesn't mean anything when corruption is so strong. As for the public involvement? We're all sick from it. You, me, your friends, parents, spouses - everyone. Deep down we all know, and some of us prefer to shy away from the thought due to the emotional toll it can take very quickly. I hear a lot of stories about how this divide is creating conflict in families and couples, and honestly I don't blame any of them; both sides are right. And yet the so-called cowards might be the wiser in the end, for sublimating it all in silent acceptance of the inevitable. Because really - what has talking about it gotten us? I don't expect this article to do shit for anyone, either. But if it does, that's still nice, of course.
Now for something video game-related. Without going into all the things that are wrong with Diablo 4's story, I did take a major point away from it. At four games in, Heaven's angels aren't shown to care that much for humans anymore, having grown quite jaded with them over thousands of years. They certainly don't care for the demons of Hell. Hell is about the same, but with a less apologetic take on using humans as pawns. Ask yourself - would you rather a prime evil be honest with you about the fact your servitude is going to put you in harm's way, or have an angel lie to you about the ultimate payout of your faith? And then you have the humans caught in the middle. They have resolved for decades to try and trap the demons in the void, but this is pointless since they can never truly die. They will always come back to repeat the same boring cycle again and again. As a matter of principle, the angels & demons will never win, as they are too busy deceiving the other side in an attempt to be "the one" who breaks the cycle. And humanity will always suffer in between, deluding itself with the meaningless dream of peace. These factions are one and the same.
I've seen quotes from non-human species where they essentially ridiculed us for our lack of management of internal affairs. Paraphrasing - "While there are of course many wars between races across space, you humans are doing it all amongst yourselves." Oh, how very astute. Did this moron not get the memo? IT IS A FUCKING PRISON - of course there will be infighting! It amazes me that anyone out there would be unaware of the true function of Earth, and why it is such an anomaly. I guess they haven't known anyone who died here. You figure it out pretty quick after that. For all the classified documentation, secrecy, and whispers about every manner of shit we have had our hands in as a race, you still NEVER hear anyone talk about the actual prison itself. A dead giveaway for just how important it is.
Whether it's Diablo, Earth, or some other prison on the other side of the universe, it doesn't really matter which "side" you believe - no one is innocent, and there are no saints. A prison does not breed those things. It is a tragedy that such a place exists - it will swallow even the most wonderful people, and turn them into a seething shadow of their former glory. In the end, what it boils down to is who, or what, you are willing to die for. Because in a prison riddled with constant conflict on, below, and above the surface, your only escapes are the time you spend after death before being seized up again by the grid, and the time you spend twiddling your translucent thumbs in the womb. That's it. And those are the shortest periods we spend existing here, by far. That's not a coincidence.
It is frustrating to even look around. Signs of the sickness are everywhere. It is designed that way, and I know that. But still...having to constantly pinch myself to remember it wasn't always like this, and should never have been, is very tiresome. Not that these symptoms don't affect me, too - don't misunderstand me. They affect us all. Everyone is angry at everybody, and each one's got their reasons. But I am running out of willpower. At this point, I will be happy if I get my novel out there, piss some people off with it, and maybe inspire some, too. While I have many ideas for what to do after that, I'm not sure whether they're going to take shape.
Come what may; let onlookers be damned.