Showing posts with label The Future. Show all posts
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Sunday, 5 June 2016

Little Britain

We never quite understood why the British had to hold that referendum, way back in 2016. It was like a kick in the teeth after the EU had done so much and bent over so far backwards to accommodate the pretensions of the British government. Pretensions that Britain was somehow different from the rest of us; better, even. Pretensions that Britain deserved a loftier place in the group, that it should have a special status in the union. The referendum was a tense time but when they voted the right way things settled back down and we could get on with the business of bringing forward the plans that had been held in abeyance even as we held our breath.

As a united Europe we are uniquely privileged and enjoy advantages that many countries do not. We have full employment once again; everybody who is able has a job. Of course since the rationing of fossil fuels for non-party officials was put in place there are many more physical jobs. Human and animal muscle power is once again a major resource so labour commands a decent price and we are all now paid an equal, living wage which is more than enough for our needs. We know this is so because Brussels economists have calculated it and we are told it daily by the public broadcasts when they also inform us of our productivity rates. It would be nice to be able to have our own televisions like they used to, but it is vital that we save precious resources and preserve the planet and besides, attending the broadcasts gives us a greater sense of community.

That camaraderie also gets us through our working days in the fields. We mostly eat vegetables now, as growing crops absorbs carbon dioxide and is much less damaging than rearing livestock. Of course, the Eurocrats have to host other nation states from outside Europe all the time, so they need to serve meat at the regular state banquets. This is an example of how the party officials make a greater sacrifice for the good of the union – we are all taught at school that eating meat causes cancer, so this shows how brave our leaders are. We are kept safer and healthier by eating soya instead.

Who farted?
Work for all!

Food is a much bigger focus now than it was before. Because we spend so much time growing it and spend so much of our household incomes buying it. So it is also to our benefit that the commission decided to introduce the Communities Act some thirty years ago. To accommodate the needs of our new citizens – Africa, like Turkey, although not a full, fee-paying member of the EU has full freedom of movement – we were all rehoused in brand new, super apartments with enough bedrooms for our welcome guests. We now have huge families as a result of obeying the directive to ‘match a migrant’; for every original family member we now have a vibrant and diverse addition. And rape isn’t the problem that some warned about; it has simply been decriminalised on cultural accommodation grounds.

So, after all the divisions and emotive language and all the old enmities that the British referendum brought up it was a relief to us all that they voted to discontinue their membership and leave us in peace in Europe. Nobody over here much bothers with them any more and not much news ever reaches us from Little Britain. For all we know they are still eating meat, like savages, and driving all over their poxy little island in cars, destroying the planet. And living in pathetic little individual houses... and not paying for the privilege.

Thursday, 20 June 2013

Ghosts in the Machine

In search of inspiration after finding the news full, yet again, of child abuse, rape, sexual assault, homosexual assault, kiddie porn, more rape and yet more child abuse, last night I retired to my hotel room and tuned in to Radio Four. On the news, more of the above... then suddenly it’s 8pm and time for The Moral Maze, a usually excellent, in-depth discussion and a weekly treat. Except the discussion was about, yes you guessed it, porn on the Internet. I wondered what their take would be. As expected it is the apocalypse which will destroy our world.

Not wars, not famine, not catastrophic weather events, nor genocide, disease, plagues or pestilence then? The human race, it seems, is determined to destroy itself and if can’t do it by the traditional, bloody massacre method then maybe we can just exploit each other and masturbate ourselves into extinction. Best get in a stockpile of Kleenex. What a depressing species we are, as it is revealed that a third of the resources of the greatest ever boon to human communication is dedicated to the pursuit of Percy Filth.

But just in time, a solution to save the day. According to a Google ‘futurist’ in about 30 years, humans will be able to upload their entire minds to computers and become digitally immortal and in time we may even be able to replace our frail bodies with machinery.

Unless we end up making machines that can make machines to make more machines in their image this might be the solution to world population levels. Let’s fix it and breed no more, living an eternal life as ghosts in the ether.

Trying to imagine the memory size and processing speed of a computer capable of storing an entire human brain, I realise that we have whole sink estate populations whose combined identities could be uploaded into a Sinclair ZX Spectrum. And we could probably get the average politician onto an Amstrad, which means we will be able to rail against the politics, not of soundbites, but of gigabytes.

Striving for equality will be a forgotten ideal as, just as in our current terrestrial life there will be clear winners and losers – and the poorest losers will just be disconnected. Problem solved. Those who can afford it will baggsy the best platforms available and spend billions to snap up super-fast chips with unlimited instantaneous access to the power of the World Wide Web, with treble back up and cloud immortality.

Lower down the scale the new, digitised middle classes will occupy cut-price storage provided by warehousing facilities, backing themselves up on the rent-a-cloud and forever striving to maintain this precarious existence and avoid eviction to a memory stick in a skip until such time as their arrears are settled.

And then, of course, there will be the black market. For a few bucks you could get yourself loaded onto the control chip from an old fridge or toaster. For mobility some crafty hacker with a sense of irony might manage to commandeer a Sinclair C5 and roam the deserted streets looking for a charge. But for the rest, until real bodies become available you’ll compete for the best available avatars; some will be able to afford to become the Aztec warriors of their fantasies while others will end up as badly drawn caricatures of themselves. Or stick men.

The Honourable Member for Thames Ditton

And of course, in this virtual world we won’t need food. We won’t need houses and warmth and clothing; we will find everything we need on the virtual grid. The world will be at our electronic neuron-tips and all the collected wisdom of the ages will be at our command. Humanity ascended to the omnipotence of gods! But, knowing the human race and its drives, we’ll probably just end up surfing porn and wanking ourselves into oblivion

Sunday, 10 March 2013

The Future

This snippet, which I wrote ten years ago, was published in a BBC project called The Book of the Future. William Hague was leader of the Conservatives and, of course Tony Blair was on the throne, but the imagined time of writing was 2020. It appeared under the following title.


Statistics Vaguely Blurred

I was thinking about writing an article for the 2050 Book of the Future. My mum says she did it when she was my age. She made me laugh when she said that only 5% of articles made the grade! Mu-um! Who believes in percentages any more? She said it was all the rage back then. Damlise and Statistics she calls it.

Apparently, the aptly named Blur government used to use statistics to tell people how happy they were; 65% were 10% happier for 12% more time than they had been before the Blur party came to power. And advertisers were 24% more likely to use focus groups on 56% of occasions for 35% of clients something-or-other. I asked, how did you get 35% of a client? Mum got sulky then and wouldn't answer.

Thank goodness the Vague years changed all that. It must have done their heads in, all them numbers. It would mine, but then they used to do something called maffs in schools back then. Yes, Prime Minister Vague did us all a favour getting rid of numbers. Not entirely of course, I mean some people still use them, but they’re not like us. The people who attend superversity don’t even live in the same world as us normal graduates.

I mean, what’s with them, right? Everybody gets a degree when they leave Gala Bingo University at twenty-five, yeah? But them eggheads just aren’t satisfied. And get this – they actually leave home to go and live in these weird communities called campers in places like Durham and Cambridge and whatever and what do they study? Not leisure and furnishing like normal people, oh no. They do stuff that nobody’s ever heard of any more, something called fizzics and syens and that maffs and they actually pay for the privilege!

Mum says they've got a 40% better chance of being in the top 10% of earners. I say they’re welcome to it. Who wants to be a damlise? Or a statistic? I’m glad I never had to learn about percentages. I’m quite happy being more or less all right about half the time and not so bad the rest. I reckon my guess is as good as the next that most people think pretty much the same about the majority of stuff.

But will they think the same in 2050?

Welcome to the future!