In the future…

[tree_]

Humans will be able to modify their physical and mental attributes with gene altering technology. You can choose to be like a bird or a dolphin if you wish.

[tree_]

Robots will take all our jobs, and we will live on universal basic income, free to do what we wish with our time.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Robots will take all our jobs, and we will live on universal basic income, free to do what we wish with our time.

That sounds wonderful

[tree_]

Robots will take all our jobs, and we will live on universal basic income, free to do what we wish with our time.

That sounds wonderful

Sounds like you’ve been institutionalized!

[BurtReynolds]

Nothing human makes it out of the near-future.

[Dev]

Humans will be able to modify their physical and mental attributes with gene altering technology. You can choose to be like a bird or a dolphin if you wish.

Robots will take all our jobs, and we will live on universal basic income, free to do what we wish with our time.

So in this thread you parody absurd progressive ideas? Brave. Such brave comedy.

[macphisto]

[E.H. Ruddock]

Robots will take all our jobs, and we will live on universal basic income, free to do what we wish with our time.

That sounds wonderful

Sounds like you’ve been institutionalized!

Just let me eat good food and walk my dog. Otherwise I’m good with whatever

[tree_]

Same

[BurtReynolds]

[Dev]

I agree. tree_ is a total NPC.

[BurtReynolds]

I guess you guys aren't ready for that, yet. But your kids are gonna love it.

[BurtReynolds]

[BurtReynolds]

[washing machine]

Humans will be able to modify their physical and mental attributes with gene altering technology. You can choose to be like a bird or a dolphin if you wish.

Neal Stephenson’s The Diamond Age opens with an assassin at a tattoo parlor-like establishment where he’s getting some upgrades to his neural mods. My memory is fuzzy, but it includes things like skills, city maps, and music that is played internally in his head. I think of this ALL THE TIME.

This was also kind of a plot point in the debut episode of the new Star Trek series on Paramount+

[Ello Sailor]

IN

[washing machine]

Some trees will bend
And some will fall
But then again
So will we all
Lets turn our prayers
Into outrageous dares
And mark our page
In a future age