Short Fiction: The Moral Status of Earth

 

The Moral Status of Earth

Human-civilization on Earth is trapped in a negative, self-sustaining, generation-to-generation indoctrination loop that originated when slavery and war were invented, going back thousands of years to the start of their agricultural revolution.  Despots considering themselves godkings took to the throne in ancient Sumer, and initiated an immature, cruel status quo of might-makes-right.  That mentality has locked down the minds of Earth humans ever since.  In the early 21st century, they still live under the thrall of ignorant, malignant godkings.  The human brain is an exquisite mind-jewel, what the Earthers inaccurately refer to as a quantum computer.  It possesses wondrous plasticity, which can blossom into advanced forms of cultural progress.   Such advance can lead to a synergistic eudaemonia, such as the majestic togetherness of nature and ecopolis that we cherish here on own lovely planet of Aea.  We Aeans have worked hard to 'know ourselves' in all ways, even the ways forbidden to the Earthers by their ignorance-based intergenerational dumb-down loop.  We see that Evil and Good are in competition for control of the universe, and we work hard to promote the Good.  The Earthers, however, have infected themselves with something like mental shackles.  The system absorbs each new generation--so many beautiful, susceptible children, billions of them--and cripples them with a disposition of ignorance and closed-mindedness.  The entrenched institutions, wrapped in sanctimonious, narcotic conceits of tradition and nostalgia, preach loyalty to patriarchs on thrones of all sizes, from government seats to heads of dinner tables.  Rulership-class males rise up because they are entitled and arrogant, committed to cultivating 'the masses' through fear, hate, big lies and the inevitability of war.  Sadly, Earth is headed in the direction of being an irretrievably Evil planet.  Nuclear holocaust, the benchmark of ultimate failure, is a palpable, increasing possibility.  When robotic enforcement and omni-surveillance arrive, I fear the candle of hope will be entirely snuffed out.  There is, though, still time for the Earthers to save themselves.  There is a strong counter-movement for truth, compassion and equality, backed by approximiately 60% of the population (disporportionately women, who are on average more emotionally competent than the males, for they have to be to get by).  That said, there is little time, and the tech level on Earth is increasing very fast.  As it stands, the new levels of power will be used to crush rather than liberate the human potential for veracity and virtue, which are the rootstalk of a dancing, soaring psyche.

Report to the Passionance Coven, Jessicadia
Green Spider Blue Butterfly, 13 orbits of sapphire 9
Galaras Sphynxwyld, dark loon poet 

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Trying to recover from covid, feel sick and weak.  ... 

This blog post makes references to my epic novel, A Future of Angels, which involves two worlds, Aea and Earth (Terrar).  The novel discusses AI and ethics in detail, as well as giving a detailed look at what happens when you link human brains to computers (cell phones, etc.).  It is probably never going to get published, because I lack perseverance, even though a few agents were very encouraging.  Maybe I will self-publish it, but I don't have much money.  I might start putting it up on this blog, but very few people read this blog, as far as I can tell.  Most of my hits are from Vietnam, Hong Kong, Singapore and China.   I have switched to trying to publish my nonfiction book, Lightcraft:  ethics as technology.  I've only sent out three query letters, but one was very encouraging.  However, I am failing to send out more query letters because of (a) inveterate depression, (b) enjoyment from writing new things, (c) general distractions of all kinds, including work, (d) failure to be as obsessive, self-centered and insecure as you usually need to be, it seems, to spend all your time trying to get others' attention in the writing world, (e) I am generally a disagreeable, fickle person quite often disappointed with people, including myself