rise of the robots:
The day that robot armies become more cost-effective than human infantry is the day when People Power becomes obsolete. With robot armies, the few will be able to do whatever they want to the many. And unlike the tyrannies of Stalin and Mao, robot-enforced tyranny will be robust to shifts in popular opinion. The rabble may think whatever they please, but the Robot Lords will have the guns.Jonathan Ernst/Quartz
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We’re all worried about the day that the 1% no longer need the 99%–but what’s really scary is when they don’t fear the 99% either.
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Working toward an explication of "Satanic" in the context of the present moment.
For now let's just say that a combination of things:
The robotic army, the robotic eye, the robotic brain, and hidden behind the walls of robotic security, some "thing" that will evolve toward its environment as organisms always do.
Even as the tools of its evolution are held increasingly in the hands of the creature behind those walls, at the head of that army, in command of those eyes and that brain.
A worm, let's say. Soft, and relatively helpless without its sheltering protection - a host, a suit of armor, a fog of deception, and the sting of seductive manipulation toward degradation.
Combine the tools of medical science with all that, as it moves toward a refutation of mortality - longevity leading to further longevity leading to virtual forever - and there you have it.
An immortal worm.
The assumption of godhood by a thing that made that climb through a slithering journey of deceit and inhuman treachery.
But for the worm it isn't treachery, just necessary predation. All that's necessary for a morals pass is a refusal of the human on the part of the morphing creature. I am not what you are.
It isn't cannibalism if it's not human, isn't treachery if its loyalties are to itself alone as it leaves the bonds of human frailty and confusion behind.
Think how attractive this is to it, the first triumph, the second, and the gates of immortality swing slowly open. And all resistance, behind and to the side, is futile
The triumph's predicated on there being nothing else here but us and it. Us now being all those dying animals as well as the little human folk.
The same refusal of commonality that humans were tricked into now turned back on them. The gamble is there's nothing higher than the worm's vision and its hunger. A gamble it has to take as it becomes more visible hourly.
Note for those keeping track of the discussion in its larger scope:
Crazy religionists who are wrong about sex. But we still believe in sex.
They're wrong about God too, so that means we don't have to consider the existence of something higher than us, something greater than us.
