Back to the Future, Redux

It turned out that connecting autism to inoculation against viruses was less of a stretch than some who called the anti-vaxxers crazy might have thought. But they had it backwards. Being on the spectrum apparently gives a person some immunity against the kind of virus which infected, say, Elise Stefanik, in a vicious cycle with fans of a certain kind of certainty in the thralldom of one or another great con.

The great con in general is when you convince someone that there's more danger in not 'buying' whatever they're selling than there is cost to do so. Goddist religion being, of course, the greatest con of all. No cost to you, but hell if you skeptate. That's the genetic link right there between Agent Orange and the Evangelicals, in case you were confused.

So anyhow, Greta and Amanda and Elon are somewhere along some spectrum. It apparently allows you to believe in yourself beyond all reason, because somehow you're not mitigated by anyone urging you otherwise. But you're also pretty much immune to the cons that ensnare the rest of us. 

So here's how it's going to work in the future. We will have gotten rid of fever dreams about populating the universe, as though what Elon calls the bright light of consciousness were something all that great. Our consciousness doesn't hold a candle to what's in the collective, collaboratively written, Confucian heart-mind. Where man has cosmic significance equal to the stars above and the earth below premised on bringing integrity - intellectual and emotional and emotional stability both as a heart-mind to cosmos. Bringing the eternal stability of the heavens down to earth.

You hardly need to travel through space to fulfill that mission. No con involved. You can do it yourself. 

I look forward to the days not so very far away where goods are all packet switched - the true Internet of Things - and where people have finally realized that your own personal probability cloud cannot be collapsed into anything real without actual contact with others; things and people. The pandemic has taught us that zoom just doesn't cut it. 

So our densely populated cities will be threaded by autonomous vehicles into which people and goods are loaded autonomously and then dropped off into secure locked destinations. No drones clogging the airways. No need for highways. Only highspeed rail corridors flying over and under the wild exurban expanse. 

People will, of course, prefer to travel with others and not in lockboxes. Things can traverse the country in a jiffy without airplanes by virtue of predictive placement. Shopping will have moved entirely to the screen and socializing will have moved entirely off it. 

Of course, Facebook will be a public utility, run by the postal system, which runs the packet switching. The expertise they've accumulated across our couple of hundred years since Ben Franklin, who must have been on the spectrum himself to wear beaver hats in Paris, will make it work. 

Goods will be advertised the old fashioned way, by virtual billboards to accompany whatever realm you're exploring, based not on your history but on your obvious anonymous intention as a searcher. Google will have collapsed under the weight of keyterm auctioning in the new world of language independent orthogonally indexed locii, pinned, of all things, by Chinese characters. Around which all other languages may cluster. The grammar of the Internet will be a natural grammar, and not one that you must game or translate or second guess.

Those revenues - revenues from advertising billboards - will accrue to the news entities if that's what you're looking for, the goods manufacturers if that's what you're looking for, and to the publishers if you're looking for books. Most importantly, the government will earn revenue for every packet switched, physical or virtual, as you navigate your life.

Maybe I'm reading Bezos' mind. Hmmm. I wonder if he's on some spectrum? Bill Gates must be. 

So wouldn't it be cool if all the income disparity found a more natural level by virtue of purely honest brokerage? If teaching were to become a high calling again? If medicine were not a game of blackmail, and there were some incentive to research diseases that aren't profitable to cure. This would happen if we were to have the sort of transparency that I'm describing. 

A nice daydream anyhow.