We
prefer a bleak future.
Whenever we imagine what lies ahead, the outlook is usually grim. Whenever a book, movie, or TV show envisions things to come, the story takes place in a broken world.
Whenever we imagine what lies ahead, the outlook is usually grim. Whenever a book, movie, or TV show envisions things to come, the story takes place in a broken world.
Of
course heavy-handed agendas influence predictions. Here’s a glimpse of the grimy, poisonous environment that awaits us all,
if we continue to neglect recycling. Behold the tyrannical AI who will emerge
out of our desperate dependence on social networks. Welcome to the barren
wasteland crawling with cowering survivors, the fate of us all if you don’t
straighten up and vote right. Choose a flavor.
But
what about right now? How are you
doing? And while we’re at it, how does your
future look? You yourself may very well live to see one of the standard-issue
grim scenarios, but if you’re like most people, right now you might very well
be in the middle of your own private dystopia.
Some
things are fine. But there are some other things that are not so great.
Let’s
see if this hits close:
Moments after your
head leaves your pillow, you grab your cell phone to check for texts and
emails. You check Facebook to do some low-impact stalking of your 1,000
friends.
With at least some
dread, you crawl to an upright position. You then turn on the news or some music
or an audiobook (or all three at the same time) so there will be some kind of
background noise while you frantically jury-rig a presentable version of
yourself with some hot water, a mirror, and laundry pulled directly from the
dryer.
If you don’t skip
breakfast altogether, you eat it over the sink. Leaving a trail of crumbs and
goodbyes, you snatch up keys or kids and throw yourself out the door. You’re haunted
by the strong possibility you’re forgetting something, but you drive away with
the enthusiasm of a bank heist.
Catalyzed by some
form of caffeine, you slip into a hurricane of traffic. You try the right lane,
then the left lane, then the right lane, arguing with drivers who can’t hear
you.
Your day consists
of disruptions and distractions. When you finally find your focus, it’s
interrupted by more emails, phone calls, and posts or tweets about what people
had for lunch. When the pace begins to feel bleary and blurry, you succumb to
chasing rabbits through internet links or you fasten your brain to a game app. Only
half of what you planned to do gets done.
Dusk is imminent,
but you’re just getting started. You dive into a bonus round of extracurriculars.
Someone has to play piano, soccer, or karate. Someone has to grab bread, hot
dogs, or fast food. Someone has to drop something off, pick something up, or
drop off something someone forgot to pick up. And if even if you’re not the
specific “someone” directly involved, someone has to drive them there.
You eventually
pull up to your house that you rarely see in the daylight. The house you’re
working so hard to have and yet hardly spend any time in. Now it’s time to have
a meaningful dinner with a screen. Small talk and loose ends lead to a fidgety
ramping-down processed through some form of digital anesthesia. If the day has
left you extra twitchy, you might rely on a visit to the medicine cabinet.
Then you go to
sleep.
Eventually.
With
apologies to the suffering of some distant, future dystopia—
We’ve
got problems right now.
Granted,
we are not cannibals in a post-apocalyptic wasteland and we are not enslaved by
Googlebook Overlord.
But
still.
Things
could be better.
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