there’s a certain breed of humans that’s obsolete, or at least, nearly so. the world has been overrun by organization and has become so inimical, we gasp for air habitually, but not silently. everything is in it’s right place, and there’s a place for everything. regulations laws, even social conventions. Hierarchies of control, plans and now, budgets. a stuffy room full of wrinkled suits and name tags. not all of us are the same, yet some will flourish in the world to come, but a few of us will not. movies, computers, technology all portend a beehive of organization. In an older world, we were able to do things machines couldn’t do, we could run fast, we are strong, quick, aggressive, tough. and we’re given things like courage and other emotions sacred to us. even hurl a spear in combat or for survival.
eventually, we will be replaced by robots and computers that can be programmed to do exactly everything i’ve aforementioned. we can manage those machines but even that task will be replaced by something designed for that sole purpose. and even handling those machines would not require courage or strength. we are outliving our usefulness at a quick pace. just a sperm bank is necessary to keep the species going. most men are rotten lovers, as women say, but even intimacy can be substituted with science.
Our emotions are becoming routine charms and eccentricities are artifice, the cowboy, the mountain lion, and the gray wolf vanish with the loss of free range. travelers are no longer welcome.
Perhaps we humans are still in command, and perhaps there really will be a conventional robot war in the not-so-distant future. If so, let’s roll. I’m ready. My toaster will never be the boss of me. Get ready to make me some Pop-Tarts, bitch.