The Beatles once gave an impromptu concert on a London roof-top: Don’t Let Me Down. If it were today, they would have drones deliver lunches.
Katrina could have used some too ( GeorgeW. Bush “observed” ‘Help Us’ signs from his Air Force One Heli, but Presidentially distant himself).
De Palma could now extend his 360-degree Blow-Out shot to be the longest on Guinness Records.
Our lives will never be the same. We will play games all-day except breaking for lunch and dinner.
GPS, Edge-Computing, un-manned air-craft & automobile converge. What an orgy made in Heaven.
Utopian sex with augmented babes feel more than real.
I am painting a not-too-far-from-reality picture here.
And I don’t like it either. Time with friends ( who is your friend, that’s another matter) with nature and with your kids/grand-kids; will be compromised by cramming posts and pics.
The wework laid-offs are joining the weplay folks, while the Uber and Lift sub-contractors have their cars repossed.
So much for the “sharing-economy”. We all bid for time till the next version of softwares and hardwares come out, incrementally, exponentially and hockey-stickedly.
I am no dummy mummy, which is what the Kurzweils of Google are thinking and working on (augmented immortality or De Palma would say, living in a perpetual split-screen existence).
Reflections of my virtual life.
First are the engineers (today’s high-priests), then venture capitalists, then the worker-bees, us. As long as the stock markets are humming and the Feds are at the lever to affectf the Dows, then business as usual.
Truckers are suckers!!!! esp. UPS ones as of two days ago.
Meanwhile the Buffetts and Waltons still live in insulate Omahas, not Oakland, with plenty of time to play Monopoly with their Emperor’s grandkids.
Tech, finance and Climate Change lip-service of the one of one hundredth percenters, in their new Halloween and Harvard ( Cap & Gown) costume.
Except for a huge donation to an University to fight Climate Chang, it’s all your fault: for not saving, for not salvaging and for not being born in the right zip code ( preferably in proper skin tone and fine English accent).
We, King of the Hill, will always be standing on top of the hill ( not New Orleans Dome). We are the resurrected ones, naked and bony. Don’t take our contra-soleil selfies. Not yet, not until the music starts and the trumpet sounds…. for we shall give a concert, on high, on the roof-top of London, Mumbai, Hong Kong, Singapore, Paris, Sydney, Vancouver, San Francisco, Rome, Warsaw etc… Wherever there is money, there is music. Don’t Let Me Down.
Thang Nguyen 555 