Saturday, December 3, 2011
When the singularity arrives, if I'm still alive, I'm screwed. Machines are super fast, while I am slow. I am unable to take in a lot of information all at once - when presented with too much, I shut down. For instance, when two people are talking at the same time, I can't hear either one of them. So what's going to happen when suddenly I have a super-power, when my neural network is entwined with a digital presence? I foresee an identity crisis or perhaps even worse.
As the singularity approaches, people would be wise to stock up on psychoactives: tranquilizers, mood stabilizers, antidepressents. Fill up your liquor cabinets, people! We might also all need to become crack addicts in order to cope with the lightning-fast workings of technology. I foresee a whole lot of personal chaos, oh yeah.
Can anyone tell I've been thinking about writing a science fiction book? Poor Vega, thrust into the future, dealing with her digital implants. She would still be a spy - some kind of super futuristic spy, I'm thinking.
NaNoWriMo unleashed a surprisingly powerful beast within, the Secret Fiction Writer hidden deep inside my psyche till now. Maybe I'll just think about it for awhile, then let it go, or maybe it'll be a story instead of a book. As you can see, Jack's beanstalk may have been cut down, but it's not dead yet!