Our destiny wasn’t planned by mice or man, because the best laid plans of mice and men go awry. So how did we get from there to here? “Where is here” you ask? ” Here is the future. “So where is There?” It is the past” I respond. Where, exactly, “here is”, is the subject of the following treatises. Why or how they ended up being the future is a function of my recollection of the facts, as I know them, and my perspective on it.
The here and now is quite simply an existence where everything I and you do, everything I and you say, and most of what I and you feel is recorded, analyzed, and calculated by the global mind, the cloud, or the electronic fog. Take you pick or pick your poison.
As far as I can figure out the computer et al. is nothing more than an excuse to control mankind. “An excuse for who” you ask. “Good question” I reply “Either God or Satan.”… “Ah, You don’t believe in either one” you say “Then it must be nature or destiny, happenstance or fortune. You can take your pick, the result is the same.”
Man was once on his own, hunting and gathering trying to stay alive by whatever means available. Pretty much with little or no oversight. But ever since then there has been a gradual migration, which seems to be speeding up, toward the usurpation of his freedom and the eventual control of his very existence.
Try as I might to figure out a way this does not happen and the trajectory of man’s actions seems inevitable that we end up just the way we are. Maybe if Volta hadn’t harnessed electricity we wouldn’t be in this predicament. However, the same can be said for every inventor and every innovation but they did, so we did.
what you are about to read, assuming that you haven’t thrown the book across the room, unceremoniously put it back on the shelf, or shut your e-reader off is a series of scenarios that characterize a new world which has materialized from the old.
A story about four people finding their own way in a world freer than at any time in it history. A time when the virtues of men and women are no longer held hostage by their vices. A time when opportunities were not diminished by policy but mitigated by stewardship and self-mastery.