Do you mean s-risks, x-risks, age of em style future, stagnation, or mainstream dystopic futures?
“All of the above”—I don’t know exactly which outcome to expect, but most of them feel bad and there seem to be very few routes to actual good outcomes. If I had to pick one, “What failure looks like” seems intuitively most probable, as it seems to require little else than current trends continuing.
I am suspcious about claims of this sort. It sounds like a case of “x is an illusion. Therefore, the pre-formal things leading to me reifying x are fake too.”
That sounds like a reasonable thing to be suspicious about! I should possibly also have linked my take on the self as a narrative construct.
Though I don’t think that I’m saying the pre-formal things are fake. At least to my mind, that would correspond to saying something like “There’s no lasting personal identity so there’s no reason to do things that make you better off in the future”. I’m clearly doing things that will make me better off in the future. I just feel less continuity to the version of me who might be alive fifty years from now, so the thought of him dying of old age doesn’t create a similar sense of visceral fear. (Even if I would still prefer him to live hundreds of years, if that was doable in non-dystopian conditions.)
“All of the above”—I don’t know exactly which outcome to expect, but most of them feel bad and there seem to be very few routes to actual good outcomes. If I had to pick one, “What failure looks like” seems intuitively most probable, as it seems to require little else than current trends continuing.
That sounds like a reasonable thing to be suspicious about! I should possibly also have linked my take on the self as a narrative construct.
Though I don’t think that I’m saying the pre-formal things are fake. At least to my mind, that would correspond to saying something like “There’s no lasting personal identity so there’s no reason to do things that make you better off in the future”. I’m clearly doing things that will make me better off in the future. I just feel less continuity to the version of me who might be alive fifty years from now, so the thought of him dying of old age doesn’t create a similar sense of visceral fear. (Even if I would still prefer him to live hundreds of years, if that was doable in non-dystopian conditions.)