I perceive sad aspects of life that I do not like to admit to myself. In the face of death, we will do anything to survive. Our morals fall apart at the threat of non-existence. There is no such thing as truth or knowledge or progress. We are slaves to causality; to chemical compulsions that feel like our own doing. We will never understand our origins, our purpose, or our ends. Such questions are pointless, and decisions that would be motivated by their answers are instead secretly motivated by our egos.
It is sad to me that we have immortality within our means, yet will waste fifty years making it practical. We should be putting our collective resources at such a task; at eliminating need and competition and death, and harm altogether. People think such things are fantasy but they are not. Not anymore. Man is becoming magical. Man is becoming God. We have made life, and we could stop death as well.
But a fear of becoming inhuman will propel us along our current course for another generation. Closed, old minds will have to wither back into dust before the rest of us can continue pushing forward. They will fight it all the way, stalling and even undoing progress wherever they can, for an ideal they do not even understand. Who knows what it is to be human, after all? Is not a robot with a human mind still "human?" Is not a synthetic construct still derived of "natural" stuff? And if being "human" means being confined to this body, should we not wish to be more?
Should we not rid ourselves of weariness and hunger and pain? Should we not enable our minds and memories for better use, and our bodies for better behavior? Who among you will not "plug in" when we have invented the Matrix? Who among you will resist it for fear and disdain because you think that you are already something better?
In our lifetimes, we will see flesh become metal, and thoughts become code. We will see machines outstrip the progress of all mankind in mere days, maybe hours. Are you ready for it? What will you do?