date: Sat 31 May 2025 11:06:04 PM PDT subj: is it dystopia we live ?? Cloudcuckooland --------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------- Is dystopia here? Can we even know if it was or wasn't? If we can't tell if its here or not doesn't that mean we live in a dystopia? Are gopherholes safe from scrutiny, of AI crawlers? Holly shit. I wish I didn't have thoughts like what I write sometimes. I didn't get them out of the blue. I got them from the media, Internets, movies, sci-fi (now reality?), and looking back on times past, seeing family photos of their world. I watch the information age spark hit a fuse then die out without even a bang pop. ----------------------------------------------------- Dystopia is knowing the reality my children will likely have even less than myself, like most of the people today. Will my children say to me **"I think you've lived through one of the best eras in history."** Life's cards are really a set comprised of who your parents are/were, where you are raised, and any possible luck/chance that falls in front of you. I know there are some real fuckheads out there with delusions contrary to my statement, but what do they really know. If they have lots, and landed in the right places, worked really hard to get there, its impossible for them to understand this. Paul Mitchelle I don't think had it like so many all over the world. He was a great story of rags to riches, an anomaly, but certainly not the norm. There are really hard workers scavenging garbage heaps in Indonesia and they are the age of children, as well as men, and women. Tell me they are going to somehow go to Yale or Harvard. No no no they are going to just live those hard lives because they are in the wrong place at the wrong time, while the jack ass 1% people look at them like ants from their private jets as they fly over. If you are born in the desert where no water exists, you ain't going to work hard to make it in life, because you only live a week. Likewise if you are an adult and find yourself in the desert without training you'll only live a week, no matter how hard you work. My point, wrong place wrong time, no escape. The children working the trash heaps, breathing toxins, looking for plastic bags, and rubbish appear to signal the coming fuckville of dystopia. ----------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------- I recall year 2019 my father approaching the end of his days. He was getting old, but his mind was doing fine for what he'd been through in life. On the other hand his body wasn't due to lack of self care. He lost the will to keep it all together. A divorce late in life, a loss of most of his retirement in that divorce (without a fight), and most of his happiness was in buying little things. After losing his home due to loss of employment even at retirement age, he lived in an duplex with his cat. After his death I had to clean out his place, he hadn't even unpacked his things. I think he lived in that place for 10 years. Those 10 years really flew by for me. The years he lived there I was so busy in life trying to crawl out of the hole life tried to throw me in; a nine year court battle for custody and visitation frustration. I was doing my best to get my education, work full time, and just not fall into despair, or all the way down the dark hole depression can keep a person in. I wish had helped my father more, and time flew by while I chased education and tried to move up in the world. My mom continued to plant sow seeds of distrust and caution in my mind, due to her disdain for him. Don't be like me, if you can visit your aging friends and relatives, save yourself the loss and regret. I didn't know my dad died for probably two weeks :( I came from a family sick with ... you'll figure it out, you're on your own. Its ingrained within me! He died alone, with $250K in medical bills, credit debt, most of his things I had to sell, and I get his life time subscription to some magazine. My entire life my mother continued to caution me about father, which is a reason I didn't help him. In my mind I was poisoned about him. After he passed my mom divorced me. I can't recall when my father said bad things about my mother, but she is sure he said bad things about her. She has her own issues as do us all, but isn't not knowing what is true or isn't part of living a dystopia? . My father was just doing what he could in life. I was lucky to spend time with him before he fell down the hole, and some time after that, and I loved him. I have one relic of him, a voice message left on an answering machine I unplugged around year 2002. I get to hear him say "Son", I love his voice. My dad moved to another state when I was in my early twenties. I moved out of my home state in my thirties, and although I wasn't in the same state as him, I was only a few hours away. I used to visit him all the time before he moved to the duplex, and we would speak on the phone regularly. He would tell me getting old ain't for pussies. I had no idea what he was going through. I was his tech support. That was always crazy, he was older and didn't understand the process of phone tech support. Maybe he just wanted me to stay on the phone with him. Once I was helping him and it took 45 minutes to get him to click around some place. I heard his voice sounded slurred. I ask him "Dad have you been drinking?" He said with a bit of slur "Yes I have." I asked "How many drinks have you had?" He responded "I'm not telling you son." I look back on this and laugh. I told him "We better continue this another day." I think he decided when he called me it was time to drink, because a week before I was helping him with his computer which always took long time to get through, "Dad I have to have a beer just to stay calm during these tech support sessions." (I haven't drank in years now.) He laughed at my statement. The next tech support session was his in ability to navigate via my instruction finding out if needed software was installed. Eventually I setup a ssh call back to my home system so I could just remote in and fix his computer. Getting old ain't for pussies: I work in the computing industry and he started to think of computers with the sentiment of what has been prophesied over the years as the mark of the beast. I think he said once "computers are the beast." I would often rationalize his statements as what I'm starting to see now myself, an older man watching the world change into a place unrecognizable. I would tell him, ** "I think you've lived through one of the best eras in history." ** I can't imagine to a Vietnam vet this would be the case, in his early twenties knowing he could be killed this day. In reality all of us may not live another week, but imminent danger just isn't around us all the time. So he had a bit of a self medicating side; various forms of sugar, one of which is truly intoxicating, which led him to diabetes. I do see in some ways how computing has been usurp from the people and used as a means to subjugate people. I remember the internet coming out and as it proliferated so to an idea the information age was dawning. The proverbial hackers were used as a means to scare people into allowing everything to be walled off. In reality everyone wanted to profit off the internet therefor commodified therefor creating the walls for everyone to slice up some plot of internet land to farm users, their information, time/attention, and money. Most of us who lived through what I did are at their half life or more, the dream of an information age will die with us. The dystopian reality will reign. For dystopia will be what people know as the way it is, and with all the information gone, dystopia will always have been the way it was. The Great enshittification will never have happened for people, it will be as it always was, shit! The dystopia, if it really is here and exists is like India and other place living in with a collective consciousness of zero-sum interactions. Where is the talk of AI liberating humanity?? nowhere. Right now AI is considered a govercorporation arms race. Billions upon billions of capital and massive amounts of resources are being diverted into AI. While homelessness viewed as a feature to increase regional real estate prices, could likely be solved with the capital put into AI aka the next fucking best thing since sliced bread. What would we expect, after all we are just animals living amongst the other species on this planet, and the longer we proceed away from egalitarian philosophies the more it shows. We are all going right off the convenor belt into the grinder. The sad thing is we built our doom for them to doom us. The grinder are the automated weapons, drones backed by AI/machine learning. We ran the beta versions via consumer and profession grade quad copters. We built the opensource systems for people to take and create systems to subjugate us. I can't imagine the tech giants didn't think to protect themselves from militia, or the mobs of the world using automated weapons and systems. The dystopia is us 99 percenters have no idea what information on the media, the internet, social media is real or not, and tech giants are making a profit off this phenomenon. They have the power to end it for the sake of reducing human suffering but they wont. They truly are of us, but among us, help us to persist dystopia. Elon has the ability to fund social security, but for some strange reason he is helping get rid of peoples jobs. I think for all the jobs lost, they should have found each one of those people a new job, and or retrained them. Soulless, even more so than myself, and anyone or thing who reads this. I think of all the annoying Youtubers I watch selling products that are snake oil bullshit crap as if they use the stuff. The funny thing is some of the videos content is about morality or some contrast of integrity and virtue, and the hypocrisy when they actually speak the add, is hilariously depressing. The reason Youtube is there now is to sell something to someone, and to perpetuate; by proxy perpetuate dystopia, the feeling of despair.