Some Thoughts

Jai Pamnany

We are at the beginning of what is called the singularity. At some point humans will invent artificial intelligence (AI) that can do everything better than humans. These beings will invent everything else. It will be our final real invention. Thus, our only chance to remain relevant and not become obsolete is to evolve into human-AI hybrids.


The anti-establishment hippies of 1960s and 1970s were CEOs in the 1990s. I just don't see that happening again this time. This last generation or two have grown up with obesity, low testosterone, lowering IQs, addiction to Xanax, preoccupation with gender roles, brainwashing by neo-Marxism, and petrified by a supposed climate catastrophe. How many will manage to snap out of it when they turn 25 and then get a real job? The hippies did, but they started out with robust minds and bodies and were actually explorers of consciousness. I think the new generations are starting out sickly and many will be useless, probably dying before they can even transform into industrialists.


The sickly bit is possibly the result of growing up in a post-industrial and post-WWII, chemical-filled world. Gluten allergies plus everything else and so much tech. How could these kids not be affected by this stuff? Not much can be done except hope a new generation reverses the trend. Get the oestrogen-mimicking plastics out of circulation and reduce electronic smog. And the rest.


What will the world look like when we are 80, I wonder? We won't recognise a thing around us and the past would have been forgotten. Standing on the shoulders of giants and continuing The Great Conversation is ending before our eyes. We were born in a perfect time in history, to experience a semblance of normal life, then progressively watch the world dwindle. The full spectrum.


Modern music, books, films, computer games, and art are almost exclusively soulless now. Any of those that are truly thought provoking exist only in the retro, cult-classic, and nostalgia categories. Anything with a soul simply won't slip the control grid again. IQ is falling, fertility is dropping, and ill health is increasing. These are the strange days the dystopianists warned us about. There is value in experiencing these things and learning the lessons they provide. It's tragic that the lessons won't be used by anyone, so it's really only useful for us to take into the afterlife.


In 2025 there will be a real estate crash and 50% lower prices. It's all about what we can get. I keep my eye on converted warehouses, churches, castles, bomb shelters, and rural homesteads, nature retreats, and, of course, normal units, town houses, and suburban houses, the best of which are architecturally designed like famous 1970s ones with rock walls and waterfalls. Future residences.

The forms order and control over humanity take have been arrived at through trial and error. THX-1183, 1984, and Brave New World are all basically neo-Soviet Unions, North Koreas, and modern Chinas.


We would have a lot of assumptions that need updating but it doesn't matter that much. We can start letting go soon. The older we get, the stranger our hobbies will become, too. Just the way it goes. Jack Nicolson stopped making movies because the public of today just want to see car chases and explosions. He is interested in stories. Therefore, he just gave up on the world and is living out his final days, alone in his mansion. Each day we can hope for the best. Not much we can do to prepare for the worst, so it’s best just to ignore it.


I feel like people hardly care if they live or die these days, which increases the chance of leaders making catastrophic decisions. You are right, though. Adelaide is a good spot for the unprepped to still possibly make it. Fingers crossed we live till old age and leave the world as a techno utopia.


Every country is remilitarising and has decided to arm itself with its own nukes. The odds of a nuclear conflict will, therefore, increase even further in our lifetime. Today or tomorrow. Sooner or later. Just have to hope every morning that's it's not today. Only hippies like us want peace. If we had any brains, we would have been prepping since the 1980s, be proficient with weapons, have a stockpile of long shelf-life food, and have put all our money into building a nuclear fallout shelter to call home.


We are unlikely to be vaporised here in Adelaide, but may have to live rough till the nuclear winter subsidies. No sunlight for growing food, so will have to roam around looking for cans of food and bottles of water. Need to move perpendicular to the wind which will be carrying radioactive dust. Can't let it get in our lungs.


I think of the line, ‘nothing is certain.’ That said, good times lie ahead. Whatever we learn now will do us well in the hereafter. As I listen to the kookaburras out the back, I realise Christmas time is never sane. Our world is exhausting right now. Everyone is traumatised and uncertain. The Silly Season and other celebrations feel out of place. We’ve just got to keep our energy levels up and try to get something out of this new reality.


Things will work out, mysteriously. It all feels real and a great worry when order turns to chaos. Still, after chaos comes order again, so it’s not worth worrying about, overly.