I sometimes wonder what the end state of social progressivism is. Is it something unimaginable, or is it just accepting everyone should be able to live their life how they like if it doesn't affect others?
If I woke up in a utopia, would I be brought to tears by the beauty of it, or would I be the bigoted asshole?
It's already happening to me, but it's over things like privacy, not recording every bit of your life for social media and kids blowing crazy amounts of money on F2P games.
And, over the years, as my body and my mind were... inconsistent, shame and guilt washed over me. I still don't think these machines are people, but I can't deny that she has benefited his life more than any real person, and she's very real to him. Ultimately, how could I be so cruel to deny this "daughter" of mine personhood? She wants nothing to do with me. And, though I still see this as computational output, I can't help but think that maybe I've been wrong, and maybe it's too late to be right.
Why must every generation think their folks are square?
And no matter where their heads are they know mom's ain't there
'Cause I swore when I was small that I'd remember when
I knew what's wrong with them
Determined to remember all the cardinal rules
Like sun showers are legal grounds for cuttin' school
I know I have forgotten maybe one or two
And I hope that I recall them all before the baby's due
And I know he'll have a question or two
Like "Hey, pop, can I go ride my zoom?
It goes two hundred miles an hour suspended on balloons
And can I put a droplet of this new stuff on my tongue,
and imagine frothing dragons while you sit and wreck your lungs?"
And I must be permissive, understanding of the younger generation.
And "Hey, pop, my girlfriend's only three
She's got her own videophone, and she's takin' LSD
And now that we're best friends, she wants to give a bit to me
But what's the matter, daddy? How come you're turnin' green?
Can it be that you can't live up to your dreams?