Why people are so freaked by change is beyond me.
Drones delivering my packages? Sure! Why not?
Or a 3D Printer making a sex surrogate for a distant relation who has severe garlic breath and a body of boils? Print it!
Self Driving Cars: Sign me up pronto.
High Speed Rail: Yesterday, please.
Nanobots that fix up my Kidneys? Where do I sign?
THC type drugs without the nasty dissolution of personality? Come on, The Netherlands!
Traveling around the world in less than an hour? I can't wait.
All this talk about going back in time for romantic reasons is just nuts. When? Before penicillin? Or when all women were basically slaves? Or how about during the Black Plague or the eve of The First Great War?
Stop it, please.
Give me the future. Let it be as technical as it wants. And if the kids all stop being able to recognize facial expressions, well...maybe what's really going on is--we no longer need those facial expressions to be recognized.
There is such a fear. Even when someone invents a new word, you hear a rumbling and a cawing of aggressive indignation.
I say--let math and science win. The rest of the time---spend on ethics. Whatever is left, make the most beautiful art, please.
I.M.H.O.
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