The False Utopia - Part 1

Updated: Mar 25

Abdullah strolled on the boulevards of the modern metropolis. He felt so distinct. Today, the air was scented with “Lilies.”He wondered what psychological effect this odor would have on people. Also, what chemicals could be potentially released from the air ducts to hypnotize the people. People seemed delighted today. He knew that he was one of the few people that still relied on their mouths to communicate. Everyone else disseminated through the microchips installed in their brain. The idea of having the conversation monitored made him cringe. He always consoled himself by whispering, “It’s a trap.” He was one step ahead of these people. His device, which was one of his brainchildren, intercepted all the communications. He had dodged the mass surveillance system of society. He was an anarchist.

The government had firm control over Internet 2.0 🌐. The technology established based on decentralization had reversed into the biggest centralization of history. He wondered why people adopted all these technologies in the first place. Ere, the issue of privacy used to be a cause célèbre. What changed people’s minds now? Abdullah had to find 🔎 out. The so-called privacy shield 🔰 was just a façade. He recalled the tale of the company, which was the first to invent superhuman AI, and gradually took over the world. What started as an AI startup to automate office 📁 processes, slowly became “Big Brother.” He was an autophile, and never found solace in traveling in electric cars. The digital revolution felt so lifeless to him. He craved to hear the sweet music of an engine, feel its vibration, and smell the aroma of gasoline. He never made sense of the fashion style of people - they looked like they had come out of a dystopia. He compared human anatomy with that of the past. They hadn’t evolved to change a lot, but cybernetics allowed them to upgrade themselves. Ostensibly, people looked like vampires 🧛 to him. They wore long trench coats 🧥, wires around their brain, and one eye covered with a red computer screen 🧐. The trending software of this time was called, “Gamify Life 3.0.” This software enabled people to make their lives more interesting by adding scores and augmenting fictional elements to the natural world through Augmented Reality Glasses. Humans were living in a transhumanist state. This was the Singularity. They walked in the physical space, but their brain 🧠 was in the intangible world.


The population of humans was blooming. There was another story of people dwelling underground in the catacombs of the city. Many people lived off a universal basic income. Humans still weren’t able to increase their natural lifespans, significantly. Notably, in any healthy society what affects health more than food and atmosphere is the social interaction between people. Nobody stopped to chat with anyone. These were the so-called digital citizens. They were all cyborgs, and their brains had little role over their sentience. The government even used to do experiments on people’s brains, without them knowing. Abdullah felt backward, and he wasn’t able to compete with these turbocharged brains. But he knew that he had made a smart decision. Something felt dead about the people who were around him.


Abdullah started to notice tendencies and anomalies. He didn’t know which person was real. Nobody talked to him, and everyone seemed like non-player characters to him. He glanced over to the behemoth building known as the “Simulation World.” Thousands of people had their bodies stored in cryo-pods with wires running around them. They were living in their virtual utopia. Abdullah whispered to himself, “What a weird way to enter simulations within simulations.” People used to copy their mental content including long-term memory and “self” from a particular brain substrate and copy it to a computational device, such as a quantum-based or software-based artificial neural network. “Would they be able to live forever like that?” he wondered. Many discoveries today proved that the world was a simulation, and it was a test.


His mind couldn’t take the state of the world, so he rushed to his apartment block. The moment he entered his apartment, everything changed for him. He loved the retro technology that he bought at an auction. The discreet neon lightning and the beeps of the arcade games👾 from the past comforted him. He turned towards his robot-friend 🤖called “Ace.” Ace was a state-of-the-art, highly dextrous anthropomorphic robot. Ace was promising for its computational power, and physical capabilities. He inserted the device he used to intercept communications into the slot of the robot. Abdullah ordered, “Analyze the data. I need intel.” Ace was good at multitasking, and it could do a lot of jobs in one go. Tomorrow, he had a special meeting with his friends, via hologram technology. His friends were together with him in this mission to save people from the trap. One girl and one boy. He liked and hated hologram technology at the same time. It had the potential to eliminate the physical barriers between people. On the other hand, it could project simulations of anything, potentially misleading people. Abdullah was dying to hear the news of the second fleet of people to reach Mars in the Armstrong 11 rocket 🚀. There was another fleet of people en route to the Dyson Sphere in the interstellar ark known as Sojourner Truth V, named in honor of the civil war abolitionist, Sojourner Truth. This was a part of the technological race 🏁, which started with satellites in space, to people of different cultures 🌌. Humans had already damaged the earth, and it wasn’t like it used to be. The weather remained hazy all day, and the oxygen generators produced most of the oxygen. All the organic commodities were exorbitantly expensive compared to the gadgets 📱 with microchips. People couldn’t stay in the sun ☀️ for a long time, because of the harmful ultraviolet radiation.


That was it. Abdullah’s young mind couldn’t accept the state of the world. He jumped into his bed and put on the electronic sleeping glasses. Was this the epitome of the world that Orwell and Kafka portended decades ago? Today, Abdullah chose the 3D scene of the Atlantic Ocean to sleep with on his glasses. He closed his eyes and pondered over the life of his ancestor, his namesake, who had predicted this scenario years ago.


END OF PART 1.


Written by Abdullah


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