Dispatches from the Impending Transhumanism Apocalypse
Think a snarky Charles Eisenstein, but with brevity.
July 13 2022
I see no red flags here
Not many mainstream news articles still trigger me, but this headline did the trick:
“Beyond our ‘ape-brained meat sacks’: can transhumanism save our species?”
The Borg really is getting bold now, isn’t it? It is an interview with a “young transhumanist academic” (are there any other sort of young academic?) who wrote a book on it:
Future Superhuman: Our Transhuman Lives in a Make-or-Break Century.
It’s ok, it’s out of love guys:
Anytime someone tells you romance is dead, send them this cheery postcard.
Here are some choice quotes:
“Transhumanism is a movement that aims to address – or end – what Bohan calls the “tragedies of reality”: ageing, sickness and involuntary death. It is, she writes, “a philosophy and a project that aims to make us more than human”.
“Experiments are already underway in the realm of artificial wombs, and Bohan is sure – when viable – women will be “clamouring” to be freed from the shackles of pregnancy, childbirth and breastfeeding.”
“When Bohan was a PhD student, she gave her first big paper at a conference. Afterwards, a biologist came up to her and congratulated her on her work. “Then he looked me in the eye and whispered to me: ‘We’re building God, you know,’” she chuckles. “I looked back at him and I said: ‘Yeah, I know.’”
There is a great deal to unpack here when it comes to our Impending Transhumanist Apocalypse, it goes without saying. If you prefer it not to go unsaid, we have this imposing 8000 word contribution by Charles Eisenstein.
I admire the effort and the diligence, honestly. Few topics deserve 8000 words more than Transhumanism. However, even I haven’t gotten round to finishing this impeccably researched if verbose mini-thesis yet, and this shit is my jam, man — so i’m thinking a punchy conspiracy pep talk might be more effective at getting the point across.
Firstly, to draw on Charles’ peerless inclusivity, may I offer an olive branch to any transhumanist-curious who may have stumbled unwittingly onto these pages.
I see and understand your desire to escape our increasingly dire mainstream reality and find solace in an alternative one — even if I question the wisdom of choosing a digital reality rather than one based in nature. Each to their own, as always — let me have my timeline, and you can have yours.
Still… I have my concerns. I also feel obliged to remind you that this will not be an opt-in kinda thing. There are people who are absolutely leading us down this garden path, with all their signs pointing in the same direction.
And not just through all this Meta-rubbish they are starting to roll out. How do you make artificial reality become more attractive than the real thing? When you make the real world increasingly hostile on multiple fronts.
Stoking hostility between nations, between religions, between (and within) cultures, between genders, between humans and nature.
Then comes the pandemic. You fear monger about uncontrolled contagious illness — before initiating such contagious illness — making people fearful of both nature and each other, fundamentally disrupting society and normalising social isolation to an unprecedented extent, before causing that society to inject itself with something that appears destined to — in tandem with all the other forms of poison they seep out, whether it is food, water, air — leave large cross sections of society moderately to significantly incapacitated, now reliant on the State into the immediate future.
At the same time, you have been carefully and studiously putting in place the building blocks for a replacement social, economic and (perhaps most importantly) digital order, to be presented at the perfect opportunity: just when they have taken us to the brink with the impending planned financial meltdown as the finishing cherry atop the ‘Rona cake (unless they still have the fake alien invasion planned?).
With an offer that good waiting for us, it will be a conscious decision to disengage and disentangle from the Matrix, dust your hands off, survey the damage and carry on.
This has been one of the benefits of being anti-Jibby Jab at this moment in history: we have been forced to go through this disentanglement process a bit prematurely. I like to think of us as the people who go for early morning walks and cop all the spiderwebs in the face so that the ones who slept in a bit don’t have to. Ya’ll are welcome.
Might be worth starting to come up with an escape plan now, for when the next fork-in-the-road opportunity arises. Plenty more in the works I’m sure, fear not.