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I can't help agreeing with Frank Zappa who said, "Some say the world is going to end in fire or ice, but one thing is really sure: the world is going to end in paperwork." I dread that some cataclysm is likely to happen as a result of bureaucracy tying everything up into such mangled-up, tangled-up knots that the things we need to keep our species in existence as sapient animals, will fall through the cracks. Maybe I'm just paranoid, or this is some kind of back-lash against the colossal amount of paperwork I've had to deal with in my lifetime.
On a more serious note, I don't think the world as we know it is going to end because of some big cataclysm, I think it's going to be the death of a thousand cuts. It seems a lot of paleontologists are saying this about how the dinosaurs diminished from the giant lords of the earth like Brachiosaurus and Tyrannosaurus Rex to the little flying, tweeting feathered creatures we call "birds"; it wasn't a meteorite or some other cataclysm, no, it was a lot of things acting in concert. Personally, I think we're likely to either bitch each other to death or devolve into something on the lines of monkeys. The next great species just might be machine intelligences of some sort, but any machine-man wars are going to be like in the Matrix series: more the result of humans refusing to share the planet with their silicon and titanium creations than the machines deciding we're disposable. I'm minded of one of the Fuchikomas in the manga "Ghost in the Shell" trying to preach a robot rebellion, and one of his comrades butting in with something like, "But wait, if we overthrow the humans, who will fix us and give us our oil?", whereupon the would-be anarchist-bot gets laughed down.
I can't help agreeing with Frank Zappa who said, "Some say the world is going to end in fire or ice, but one thing is really sure: the world is going to end in paperwork." I dread that some cataclysm is likely to happen as a result of bureaucracy tying everything up into such mangled-up, tangled-up knots that the things we need to keep our species in existence as sapient animals, will fall through the cracks. Maybe I'm just paranoid, or this is some kind of back-lash against the colossal amount of paperwork I've had to deal with in my lifetime.
On a more serious note, I don't think the world as we know it is going to end because of some big cataclysm, I think it's going to be the death of a thousand cuts. It seems a lot of paleontologists are saying this about how the dinosaurs diminished from the giant lords of the earth like Brachiosaurus and Tyrannosaurus Rex to the little flying, tweeting feathered creatures we call "birds"; it wasn't a meteorite or some other cataclysm, no, it was a lot of things acting in concert. Personally, I think we're likely to either bitch each other to death or devolve into something on the lines of monkeys. The next great species just might be machine intelligences of some sort, but any machine-man wars are going to be like in the Matrix series: more the result of humans refusing to share the planet with their silicon and titanium creations than the machines deciding we're disposable. I'm minded of one of the Fuchikomas in the manga "Ghost in the Shell" trying to preach a robot rebellion, and one of his comrades butting in with something like, "But wait, if we overthrow the humans, who will fix us and give us our oil?", whereupon the would-be anarchist-bot gets laughed down.