Thursday 5th February
I am flying to France today, so have posted this in advance. ‘Can’t wait to see beloved Eymet again.
Here is some more of 2066 to be going on with…..just keep in mind this was written in 2066, it’s easy to forget and think I might be talking about now…
“We, at least those few of us still awake enough to be aware, have absolutely no faith in the so-called Politico’s, who beckon to us sweetly out of the ether with their pretty smiling faces and soft beguiling words. They are all very good at telling us what is wrong with our society, but none of them has a clue how to get us out of the rut we are rammed into. They can’t even see over the ridges of the rut themselves. None of them actually wants to change anything; they just think they can manage the tedium better. They smile and wave at us from their glossy vid-ads, begging for our votes, (just tick here, one tick is all it takes to make a difference) but most of us know that no matter how many times you vote, in fact no matter who you vote for, the same deceitful faces get elected every time. And are we even sure there aren’t faces behind the face, and faces behind those faces, row upon row like some bizarre computer-generated Russian doll. And all of them smiling at us.
In any case the really important decisions are all taken somewhere else. Power, real power lies elsewhere. Parliament, MPs and debates are all there just for show; even Gov is a sham, a ragged fig-leaf to hide the bare-arsed emptiness of our gloriously impotent democracy. The whole paraphernalia, ministers, committees and government itself is simply a tick-box on someone else’s audit form. All the big decisions have already been taken, democracy merely rubber-stamps; giving our leaders that all (un) important seal of approval. Maybe it’s always been that way – ‘as everything changes, so everything stays the same’. Some French philosopher once said that, or something very like it. I must remember to look it up on screen later.
As for religion – forget it. Christianity is on its uppers and about time too, with fewer and fewer believers in that particular fairy story. The Church of England itself went tits-up and tumbled into administration a couple of years back and hardly anyone noticed. Judaism is as exclusive and self-focused as ever, not that that has ever bothered the Jews, who know by now that they really must be the chosen people as they own practically everything.
The march of the Muslim’s carries on relentlessly, like some vast crawling desert destroying all before it in its deadly silent creep. (Mind you, even the Islamists have bought into this cowardly new world, amazing to think that sixty years ago they were the threat we were all running scared of, but apparently this new world is all part of their own God’s plan. Allahu Akbar indeed.) There is no doubting that they will inherit the burnt out crap-heap that is left of the world one day. Hopefully it might be a couple of centuries until the overwhelming weight of their vast numbers suffocates all the nations of the world. They might have a tough time with India and China; though they are both far weaker now than in their economic heyday. Thirty years ago they were still forces to be reckoned with but despite the floods, the earthquakes and other disasters they too still have vast numbers on their side.
But it doesn’t even matter what religion you outwardly pretend to follow everyone secretly knows that the priests, the mullahs and rabbis of this world know nothing at all. They have no answers and besides, no-one is even asking the right questions. Those of us who care know the truth for what it is. It is the awful inevitability of the whole thing that is so over-awing. It is the secret knowledge we carry, each one of us deep down in our hearts, that humans have well and truly fucked up this time, and no amount of computer generated solutions can possibly begin to save us.
Computers are actually the biggest part of the problem anyway, some might say they are ‘the problem’; they stopped us thinking for ourselves long ago. Now we know that we can never again live without them, not for a day or even an hour. We would simply perish without our overwhelming reliance on them, though most of us I suspect, hate them to the core. And just why is that? They were once considered such a valuable tool, a machine designed to help us; now the tables have been turned and we are the machines running around living our lives to accommodate them, seemingly incapable of even passing a screen and not nodding it awake, and all so that they can tell us what to do. (Didn’t it used to be the other way round once?) And the friendlier the voices they synthesise, the more ‘human’ they try to sound the deeper that loathing goes. With me at any rate. As soon as I hear those dulcet tones ‘Good Morning Janek, don’t you think you’d better stop watching this now and get ready? You don’t want to be late for work now, do you?’ the bile begins to rise from the pit of my stomach to my mouth and I think ‘Fuck it – yes, I fucking know that you twat. Stop telling me things I know.’ But like the obedient little human I am I blink the news item shut and go shower and dress. I don’t need a fucking machine to tell me the time, but apparently it thinks I do.
Hard now to imagine a time, what would it be – maybe only a century ago, when the world was absolutely computer-free. I wonder what life was like then. The history channels only show us these sepia tinted vista’s where soft voice-overs narrate cute little static photo’s and simple early 2D cine-vids. They paint a carefree world of almost arcane simplicity; people actually driving cars themselves (like lunatics I must admit), and smoking and drinking themselves to an early cancer death. Hardly anyone lived to be a hundred even. But despite their stupidity, their recklessness, their lack of tech, those people actually seemed happy; the vid-editors can’t seem to erase that hope, that overwhelming optimism in their faces. And it is the smiles; it’s those idiot grins, those inwardly happy smiles that get me every time. It is as if they have discovered, or perhaps of course never lost, the secret of contentment. Despite all they had to endure, constant wars, disease, hunger and poverty, they can’t stop smiling.”