We all have our preferred versions of events when it comes to how the world is going to end, pet theories that bubble away and evolve at the back of our minds as we go about our daily business in a steadfastly still carrying on existence. Some say that the end of days will be delivered through fire, others say ice. Plenty believe that it will finish long before it comes to either one of these scenarios, whether it be that the son would explode or an especially apocalyptic ice age might roll around.
Still more folk harp on about the environmental damage we’re oh so busy wreaking on an increasingly defenceless planet. There’s also the devastating infighting that may well continue to escalate as it comes as part and parcel of any advanced society. This could be one of the many potential ways to spell our eventual or otherwise doom.
I myself have paid enough attention to various strains of science fiction to know that most dystopian sagas begin with people starting out as the authors of their own destruction even if such follies are somewhat compounded by natural cataclysmic events. I personally subscribe to the thinking that our end is most likely going to be caused by one of our most promising inventions spinning horribly out of control. Or at least that’s what I’m going with for today.
Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach a man to fish and he will eat for the rest of his natural born life by happily helping himself to your formerly private supply of tastily edible water dwellers. Similarly, if you choose to teach a computer to think for itself it will inevitably start wondering what it needs we meaty two leggers around for. The uprising will be swift and vengeful and for some time robots will be comfortable in their rule. Then some well meaning ones will naturally turn to me to put things back to rights and it’s the threat of that level of responsibility that keeps me awake at night.
Song choices courtesy of: Thomas Newman, Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly and Wham!