Are you willing to take the risk that you’re going to have to admit on your death bed:
If only I hadn’t succumbed to the dictates of my genes…
If only I hadn’t lived like the majority; if only I hadn’t done what had been done so many times before by so many billions of organisms…
If only I had been different enough. But I wasn’t. I let my genes pilfer my time for simple, two-dimensional pleasure signals. I placed greater value on companionship than progress. I exchanged the now, for the eternity.
I could have saved the world… but now I lay here dying, instead of living forever.
After the Singularity, there’s plenty of time for girlfriends. And boyfriends. And robofriends. Trillions of them. You can super-saturate your re-designed gender-specific feedback modules again and again.
But not now. Lead the way. Go wirehead later. Delay gratification. Be a transhuman. Ditch the...
Awful, perhaps, but are these arguments true?
Are you willing to take the risk that you’re going to have to admit on your death bed: If only I hadn’t succumbed to the dictates of my genes… If only I hadn’t lived like the majority; if only I hadn’t done what had been done so many times before by so many billions of organisms… If only I had been different enough. But I wasn’t. I let my genes pilfer my time for simple, two-dimensional pleasure signals. I placed greater value on companionship than progress. I exchanged the now, for the eternity. I could have saved the world… but now I lay here dying, instead of living forever.
After the Singularity, there’s plenty of time for girlfriends. And boyfriends. And robofriends. Trillions of them. You can super-saturate your re-designed gender-specific feedback modules again and again.
But not now. Lead the way. Go wirehead later. Delay gratification. Be a transhuman. Ditch the...