Rizzo in a box
07-10-2009, 11:20 PM
[posting it in humanities because cliche said I could <3]
Gather round, children, while Uncle Rizzo weaves a story for yr delight and amusement.
The year is 2034, on planet Earth. Life is very different from what we know now. Many strange climatic and geological disasters have taken place, scattering populaces in a haphazard fashion. There have been many bloody, occult revolutions within the Inner Circles of the power elite. In one part of the world, the Crypto-Fascist Anarchs have developed a sort of paradoxical, Tao-based dual dystopian/utopian culture.
Technology and imagination have blended together quite seamlessly, and humanity has had to consciously guide its evolution ever since things started to get Bad and Ugly. I am at the center of one particular community, and they treat me as a sort of War-Lord, even though I have for years been preaching the freedom inherent in all of us. Some people, apparently, just won't listen.
It's okay though, JoePedo is at the head of another community. We in fact, are allies, as there are several backwards thinking, fundamental traditionalists who do not like the way the world, or certain parts of it, operates now. Those who have not been able to deal with massive future shock but have still survived the harsh realities act like crippled vampires with post-traumatic stress disorder.
JP & I, in this post-apocalyptic future, are waging a war against certain sects through the utilization of highly specialized knowledge we have cultivated. On his part, he has synthesized drugs the likes that have never been seen or heard of before. He lives in a floating pyramid, five hundred feet above the ground, and inscribed upon it are these words:
The spice extends life...
You know where I'm going with that. But it is no joke, in this age, those who have access to a highly refined version of the spice are just short of Immortal. We have, in fact, recovered the Tree of Life from the Garden of Idun. Golden apples for the Norse Gods! But I ramble...
My own personal expertise is in all the subtleties of consciousness, psychology, perception, and the manipulation thereof. Nine-tenths of the labor force in my community are robots which for all intents and purposes, are human. They possess a complete human body, and their brain works on a strange, chaotic energy network based on a programmed set of causal principles.
I provide JP with workers, and he provides me with Spice. Together, we fight for the survival and advancement of mankind. We are not without our vices, though, and one night we meet at an ultra-post modern electronic dance club in my city. A robotic clone of Salvador Dali is the headline DJ, and we have been feeding him massive quantities of mescaline for two years straight.
Motioning to JP, I take him into a back room. There I show him a gift I have worked hard and long on: the most realistic artificial intelligence in a human body yet. She's blond, nine years old, blue eyes, dressed up like Alice, and has been made exclusively to pleasure JP in whatever fashion he can devise. She can also read minds, predicting exactly what a person needs, and providing it.
Alice not only passed the Turing Test, she blushed during it.
So, &Z, how can we prepare for the new ethics of the future?
Gather round, children, while Uncle Rizzo weaves a story for yr delight and amusement.
The year is 2034, on planet Earth. Life is very different from what we know now. Many strange climatic and geological disasters have taken place, scattering populaces in a haphazard fashion. There have been many bloody, occult revolutions within the Inner Circles of the power elite. In one part of the world, the Crypto-Fascist Anarchs have developed a sort of paradoxical, Tao-based dual dystopian/utopian culture.
Technology and imagination have blended together quite seamlessly, and humanity has had to consciously guide its evolution ever since things started to get Bad and Ugly. I am at the center of one particular community, and they treat me as a sort of War-Lord, even though I have for years been preaching the freedom inherent in all of us. Some people, apparently, just won't listen.
It's okay though, JoePedo is at the head of another community. We in fact, are allies, as there are several backwards thinking, fundamental traditionalists who do not like the way the world, or certain parts of it, operates now. Those who have not been able to deal with massive future shock but have still survived the harsh realities act like crippled vampires with post-traumatic stress disorder.
JP & I, in this post-apocalyptic future, are waging a war against certain sects through the utilization of highly specialized knowledge we have cultivated. On his part, he has synthesized drugs the likes that have never been seen or heard of before. He lives in a floating pyramid, five hundred feet above the ground, and inscribed upon it are these words:
The spice extends life...
You know where I'm going with that. But it is no joke, in this age, those who have access to a highly refined version of the spice are just short of Immortal. We have, in fact, recovered the Tree of Life from the Garden of Idun. Golden apples for the Norse Gods! But I ramble...
My own personal expertise is in all the subtleties of consciousness, psychology, perception, and the manipulation thereof. Nine-tenths of the labor force in my community are robots which for all intents and purposes, are human. They possess a complete human body, and their brain works on a strange, chaotic energy network based on a programmed set of causal principles.
I provide JP with workers, and he provides me with Spice. Together, we fight for the survival and advancement of mankind. We are not without our vices, though, and one night we meet at an ultra-post modern electronic dance club in my city. A robotic clone of Salvador Dali is the headline DJ, and we have been feeding him massive quantities of mescaline for two years straight.
Motioning to JP, I take him into a back room. There I show him a gift I have worked hard and long on: the most realistic artificial intelligence in a human body yet. She's blond, nine years old, blue eyes, dressed up like Alice, and has been made exclusively to pleasure JP in whatever fashion he can devise. She can also read minds, predicting exactly what a person needs, and providing it.
Alice not only passed the Turing Test, she blushed during it.
So, &Z, how can we prepare for the new ethics of the future?