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<p>< Deferring to your and Marcus' and other's optimism that
we can and will outrun the consequences (or perhaps Marcus'
fatalism that we as a species are "long of tooth" and perhaps
deserve to bring the house down on our own heads?), I can
*hope* that we will find a phase change in the collective
imaginarium around "human progress" not requiring that we
continue to radically aberrate the current homeostasis of the
biosphere. ><o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I was thinking of the possibility that some aspects of human
intelligence would transform into a new physical form and be
able to use less or different kinds of energy, tolerate
different temperatures and/or more radiation, etc. I don’t
even see that as fatalism. How or if that will happen, I
have no idea. Genetic engineering, neural linkage
technologies, wafer scale machine learning systems? Actually
calling me fatalist or nihilist is fine, just don’t call me an
optimist! :-)</p>
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<p><grin> I'm sure any optmism I ascribe to you is my own
projection!</p>
<p>Your SciFiEsque potential trajectories are well within my own
projected imaginarium, but they do fall on an extrema of my
fatalistic-optimistic axis. I may well live to be 160, but the
last half of that may also be inside a space-suit, more likely
hanging on a hook in a warehouse (e.g. MatrixEsque) than flitting
between asteroids or bounding around the surface of a MarsScape
en-process of TerraForming. In any case, I'll probably still be
ranting to whatever FriAM becomes in that context, my
vestigal/atrophied/ghost fingers twitching as my Neuralink
interface transmutes my touchtyping. <br>
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<p>My consumer-grade HMD is already good enough quality to make
watching fungus grow quite captivating. I'm waiting for
eye-tracking... <br>
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<p>For the moment I'll shift back to the bird-TV that is my picture
window where the hummers are swarming the cane-sugar-water (from
the Phillipines?) like giant mosquitos, and the tanagers and
migrating orioles are having their way with the the blemished
oranges I got from Mexico (by way of my local produce) and the
jays are happily gathering the peanuts (from Georgia?) to stash
for next winter (unless too much fungus grows on them in the
meantime).<br>
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- Steve<br>
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