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I believe electronics may someday save the world. Electronic devices are cheap and easy to mass produce, and the technology is advancing at an exponential rate. I predict that we will someday have a device to assist the brain, which will be implanted into our bodies to provide more memory and greater efficiency, therefore rendering things like calculators, daily planners, phone books, etc. obsolete. Scientists are working on brain to computer interface right now. These electronic devices will evolve, eventually replacing many more of the things we now rely on. Through computer manipulation of our brains, human beings will simply close their eyes to do things like consulting or communicating with the internet, talking to a distant friend or relative, and much more. While traveling, our brains will connect with satellites so that we will always know where we are. Education will no longer be necessary, as it will just be downloaded. Everyone will finally know everything, instead of just thinking they do. Deception will no longer be possible as everyone will read the mind of others, except for politicians who will quickly learn to transmit fake thoughts to veil their selfish intentions.
Further into the future, we will no longer need to travel or even go outside, because most all of our reality will occur inside the brain, while we remain safe and sound inside a steel vault. The reality we choose will occur only in our minds, where we are all stars, and it will be as real as the real thing. Friends will be perfect, the girl will never turn you down or make fun of your nose, and the game will never get rained out.
The vault we live in will still need to be climate controlled, and some underpaid, overworked laborer will still have to bring food, until we can eliminate the body from the equation altogether. The brain, surprisingly uses a lot of energy, and is also pretty fragile, so maybe we can even eliminate the brain and become totally electronic. It is within the realm of possibility that human beings could advance to exist as an awareness only, with no fears and no problems. After a few thousand years we would eventually experience everything there is to experience, until we become bored and just turn ourselves off, or maybe we could just erase everything and start all over, kind of a self induced reincarnation. In the end, we may find that some trouble and uncertainty is needed in our existence, before that any contentment can be possible.
Perhaps we are living in a computer simulation right now. Might we have simply become tired of perfection and made up this troubled existence. Perhaps we are only imagining the many problems and threats we face today, kind of a vacation slash adventure from perfection, like riding a rollercoaster to imagine you are going to die even though you don‘t want to. Perhaps there can be no pleasure without pain, nor peace without war, life without death, or air conditioning without heat, etc. Maybe there is no we, and this is just my simulation. It is possible that you are not reading this because you don‘t exist, and if you are reading this, perhaps this is your reality, and I don‘t really exist. The truth is that we will really never know.
I’m sure you have noticed that I do not possess a lot of certainty. I find the world to be complex and never simple, and three dimensional rather than flat. I know nothing, and even less every year. I am only certain that I am tired of this reality and wish to become the king of all civilization or at least a highly paid baseball star. I think maybe there was a lightning strike that messed up my programming, or maybe a futuristic menace to society hacked in and did all this. It took a really troubled mind to come up with that George W. guy. Could this economy just be a damaging virus that has spread from mind to mind? Help, I am stuck in a runaway computer simulation that hates me. If this is all real, then please disregard, as I was just kidding. If you don’t exist, then I do not care what I think you think, I think.
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