I’m currently re-reading Melanie Challenger’s How to Be Animal (2021). In it she references scientific possibilities actively being explored at the time, including merging the human animal with machines. Which subsequently reminded me of Tonya Zavasta’s, 2007 work, Quantum Eating, in which she presciently warns against the emerging development of nanotechnological “tiny machines” poised to replace human chromosomes, molecularly redesign bodies, and indeed replace every part of the human system including the brain, the heart, blood cells and digestive system. All this to,
…deliver us from the limitations of biology in order to achieve immortality. The goal, ultimately, is to make us more nonbiological than biological.
Good Lord (and in 2007!).
Which subsequently reminded me of…uh…now?
I may be late to the party but…
Shudder.
Reading Challenger’s book again, it hit me in a different (read less fun-Ray-Bradury, more terrifying) way than it did when I first happened across it. And honestly, years ago when I first scanned those passages in Quantum Eating, they didn’t even really register. Did they register with anyone else?
Well, I at least, completely missed the boat.
Because now it’s more or less common knowledge that not only are these plans in place, but they’re actively happening. Like, now.
Oh and just incidentally, who exactly will also be accessing these nifty brain-computer interfaces once they’re implanted? (Hint: think of another Musk-is-in-the-house contribution—Tesla—and its keen-o auto-updating chip abilities). Better ask these questions right-the-hell now. Who has access to your thought processes (or your transportation for that matter)? If the answer isn’t you, my advice is to take a hard effing pass.
For Reals.
And it’s not just brain implants.
Also…
I don’t want to “live” in cyberspace, interface with AI, or be integrated into the “internet of things”. 1984 was child’s play, my friends, if you brush off the candy-coating. Look at all the goodies They’ve planned for us!
I know, this is old news to most of you reading this (if not, bon voyage on your hiding-in-plain-sight Rabbit Hole Vacation! However, this isn’t the point of this post; I’m getting to that).
Just, um, no thank you. Where, exactly, do I opt out?? I don’t see that box. For some reason (what could it have been? Silly me!), staring at the words in black and white on the page in Challenger’s important book, I got angry.
Belatedly, but still.
Please note that I have been appropriately angry all along about All The Other Things…this just re-lit the fire for a sec—I’m actually practicing non-violent resistance by way of self-mastery incl. de-programming which results in…Love. I am sometimes successful. Sometimes, like now, I just let the tantrum out.
But dear God, whatever you do, no matter what, no matter how peacy-peace you are, don’t just go unconscious and obey—we have children to protect.
Also
Sidenote: Now that informed consent (among other safeguards) is often *secretly* a thing of the past, people should be suspicious of…well, a lot of things. Including tech and nanotech.
But anyway…I got angry. I raged about it for a bit to a good friend who patiently listened to my diatribe and gently suggested (correctly) that perhaps there was a bigger understanding burgeoning, and then I went to sleep. And when I woke up this morning—it hit me: no matter how egregious this stuff really is and how much we should push back, they’re not coming for me personally; to them, I’m undoubtedly safely, securely and squarely categorized as Lost Cause!
And thank God for that!
THE POWER IN THAT!
Whatever else I am, I’m not in whatever that group is called that can be swayed by blustering social media pressure, by bribes or threats or lies. If the last several years showed me anything about myself, it showed me that (I also get that there are ways to physically and psychologically break someone—of which many more-benign—or at least less obvious—forms are operating in full swing in general society currently—that I would eventually succumb to, but not willingly, never willingly. And if I succumb it will be because I was FULLY HUMAN).
I’ll give you every chance to be reasonable, but I don’t care how long you stand over me and scream about what I can’t do if I don’t comply, how stupid I am if I don’t, or how great it will be if I do. I have an all-human-animal, unaltered, interfaced-with-God, functioning brain and I use it: if it’s not something I want to do after careful consideration, you’re screwed. Move on.
And I’ll probably make a T-shirt about it letting everyone know what an ass you actually were.
What freedom there is to be found in being a Lost Cause! Certain types of individuals (or organizations) who want you enslaved to their wishes might try to manipulate, lie, gaslight and pander, but at the end of the day, they may as well save their breath—because YOU are a Lost Cause! When they can’t get what they want out of you, eventually they give up and leave you alone.
Peace.
Serenity.
**Pro-tip #1: One great use of legs is to use them to walk away.
I’m good, thanks.
As an official Lost Cause Member*, you gain access to many exciting benefits including:
Immunity from group-think scenarios
Immunity to peer pressure
Less trips to Oz—save on gas!
More time to yourself
Freedom to be yourself
Freedom to follow your own bliss
Indoctrination blindness—like water off a duck’s back!
Immunity to bribery
Immunity to threats
Freedom from people pleasing
Freedom from regrets-because-I-didn’t-think-it-through-I-just-did-as-I-was-told syndrome
Autonomy
Self-respect
20/20 vision
And so much more!
That’s actually safe and effective and offers more immunity than any hastily thrown together pharma sludge ever delivered!
While there is certainly reason to stay informed and to do everything possible to oppose villainous deeds, the knowledge that to Them you’re just a Lost Cause, is both comforting and freeing.
Say what you want!
Ignore!
Do your own thing!
Compassion over killing.
**Pro Tip #2: Don’t kill yourself to be someone else’s meal.
Be the hammer, not the nail.
Oh, and get out into Nature. Into the Real. And while you’re at it, pick up (and read) How to Be Animal, Thus Spoke the Plant and Becoming Animal. Be YOU. Guard not only your Lost Cause status, but your participation as a living, breathing, thinking, unadulterated, whole REAL human Being as well—be the all-natural, miraculous, irreplaceable gift that you are, just as you are.
Who wants to “live” forever anyway?
Life, Real Life, is precious—and outside of anyone’s control. Fake life is not Life at all—and worth nada.
Authenticity, God willing, will become the new Sneetch Star.
Practice this useful response: “kiss my ass”.
And…
Resist leveraged convenience:
Peace.