A World Without Choice

In the dawn of this new age, there will be a tradeoff. A balance of choice and destiny will be broken. Soon man will not choose his career, lover, the coffee he drinks, who he kills, what he eats, anything you can think of or imagine. It will be a civilization in which the human brain is unlocked and our pleasures, tastes, and behaviors can all be predicted, monitored, and controlled. Does that scare you? If it does sadly that is the path humanity is moving towards. In the coming era of predictive algorithms what you believe and perceive to be true will not be. It will be customized and catered to your image and preference. People are complex but not so complex that it cannot be dissected like a science at a superficial level. Interpersonal skills that are developed naturally through family and friends will be replaced by this entity of Techno-Fascism. Humanity will not understand what love is because the world will be devoid of pain. There will be only ‘be’. The idea of existence. Breathing without meaning. The lion in the cage. An animal who once ruled with an iron fist now demoted to idling sitting in his cage. The cage for mankind will be so immersive that their reality will become blurred with the virtual. What is more poetic is that unlike the lion we will design and create our own cage. Humanity will be willing enablers of their own enslavement.



Internet slaves.

The advent of the technological age will bring great wonders to our world. With it will arrive a force so powerful it will fundamentally change human existence. It will be marked by one historical alternating paradigm shift: The destruction of human nature. The genetic code of the human species will be written, and the history of the mammal will forever be changed. A dark abyss will slowly take hold and envelop everything in its wake. There will be neither life nor death but instead culture and civilization will be driven by a single force: Techno-Fascism. An energy so powerful mankind will merely submit and obey. Obey like the animal he is. From the ashes of previous civilizations will rise something anew. A monster that will destroy everything you currently comprehend as art, philosophy, and nature. It is not a being or object but an entity. An entity that will be more powerful than the advent of Christianity, Egyptian pharaohs, and The Third Reich combined. Providing a precursor of this entity is my final gift to humanity. This goes beyond the realms of science-fiction, the singularity, and perhaps everything humanity has ever known. In a world devoid of meaning, choice, and love humanity must ask itself once again if this is the path it wishes to follow and what does it mean to be human if such a perspective can truly exist in the future.

Round Table Piazza

I once worked at a commercial pizza restaurant for about 7 months. At one point I had worked at every position possible except cashier. I bused tables, cleaned dishes, and answered phone calls. My main role was to make the pizza on the production line. The easiest part of the job was my first couple of weeks where I was learning the ropes and no expectations. Afterward, I was expecting to work the assembly line like a machine. The hours were too long as I worked 2-3 hour shifts but I also got the high-intensity shifts typically the Friday and Saturday nights. The shifts usually went over because closing up shop, and cleaning up always started after closing time. The work may have been brutal, but the atmosphere was dire. A hard lesson I learned is that company culture is important. The work may be dull and tedious but if the people are agreeable and cheerful it will rub off on you. Unfortunately for 90 percent of the people I worked with that wasn’t the case. From a manager who wouldn’t answer a phone call if their shift hadn’t started. That same manager would have others make his break pizza even though that was clearly against the restaurant policy. I came close to quitting because of the prick. Yet that wasn’t the worst of it. One of my co-workers at the time was plain lazy. Always slow to get supplies from the storage room. Slow to make pizza’s and couldn’t be bothered to help you. She worked so slow she almost got me fired because I was blamed for her ineptitude. I don’t know what she is doing now but I bet she is either still working there, or at some other dead end job. You may be wondering if that person is the typical American lazy worker but surprisingly she was an immigrant from Africa. The myth that all immigrants are hard workers is simply not true. Even though she may have been a lazy slob she wasn’t a sexist asshole. There was another prick who was always trying to get into the pants of women even though he had a girlfriend. Somehow the ass got promoted with a sexual harassment lawsuit on his rap sheet. Here I learned that office politics can be complicated and at times make no sense.

All these negative experiences drowned on me. Eventually driving me to quit once new management came in to run the show. Yet despite this, I have an impactful memory that will stay with me for the rest of my life. I sometimes had the pleasure with working one particular person who was also an immigrant from Africa. She was working two jobs for the benefit of her son and his life. Never complained. Worked harder than she had to. Gave it everything she had in a labor intensive job. I am a hard working guy myself, but I also focused on my personal passion and even though I didn’t like my job I did my best. But watching her showed me another level of motivation. The motivation of working for someone you love. She loved her son so much that I bet if she had to dig crap out of a toilet she would for a paycheck(I forgot the mention I had bathroom cleaning duty as well). Later I would get my first desk job and it truly was a world of difference. I envy those whose first job was such a job. Yet as I look back I appreciate the experiences I gained with working the menial job of the service economy. There are more dangerous jobs, and less glamorous but for most citizens, in the western service economy it is as the restaurant, retailer, and the bar where you find the people working the jobs at the minimum wage mark.

Working at a low skilled low wage job gave me the insight and experience I wouldn’t have been able to gain otherwise. For that, I am truly grateful. It is important to never forget the difficult and monotonous life of the common people. People forget that the median household income in the United States is approx. $45,016. That is it. Mortgage or rent, car, kid expenses, health, education, and any other cost you can think of. People are squeezed and the work they must endure is not ‘pleasant’ either.