My wife is deathly afraid of asteroids. I’m not sure when this fear manifested itself, whether it was the rash of ‘impact disaster movies’ like ‘Deep Impact’ and ‘Armageddon’ (which were both preceded by the woefully campy ‘Meteor’) or the fact that mainstream scientists and public are just starting to realize the danger of Near Earth Objects. The danger is real, I just wonder if we aren’t wasting our time worrying about it. After all, if something truly enormous were heading our way, I don’t think there is anything we could do about it. According to the Giant Impact Theory, the Earth was struck with an object roughly the size of Mars and the aftermath created the Moon. While I think the likelihood of such an impact reoccurring in the next dozen centuries is remote, if it were what the Hell could we do about it? Nothing. The same goes for anything that is more than a few kilometers in diameter. I’d like to think that the leaders of the world have a contingency plan for this level of disaster, but the fact that my township literally picks my pockets and can’t seem to get my street plowed before I need to go to work doesn’t give me much faith in the competence of government officials. Who knows, we seem to be remarkably good at figuring better ways to blow shit up, maybe we’ll be in our element.
Think about this; If you were an invading Alien civilization, would you:
a) land on a planet and fight it’s inhabitants hand to hand,
b) try to infiltrate the society and take it over from within
c) send a few cheap and plentiful asteroids towards the planet from millions of miles away, completely out of reach of their most advanced technology, to smash the living dog-shit out of everyone and everything and then take whatever the Hell you wanted from the smoldering ruins?
Consider, for a moment, how the United States defeated Japan and I think you’ll have your answer. We wouldn’t even see those motherfuckers coming. In fact when they do come to Earth after the ‘Great Space-Rock Shit-Storm’ and if there’s any of us left to see them land; we’ll probably greet them as saviors and Gods, gleefully serving our new green-skinned masters as willing slaves. I can’t justifying exploring alien invasion any further, because personally, I don’t believe that the expenditure of resources needed to travel between stars is worth whatever we could possibly have to offer and even if an aggressive alien intelligence had designs on the resources Earth might provide, they would more than likely handle it the way I’ve already mentioned. If some alien species were stupid enough to land here and wanted to slug it out with a race of paranoid, homicidal, hate-drive monkeys with access to nuclear weapons, I think it would fast become brutally apparent how ready we are to kill ourselves, let alone some other, big-headed, twinkle-toed E.T. motherfucker. It wouldn’t be long before the Earth was a smoking, radio-active cinder, littered with the remains of both resident and visitor. Why do you think S.E.T.I. hasn’t heard a single radio signal yet? This entire region of space is probably thought of as a penal-colony island of bloodthirsty, leper-retards; the special ed. classroom of the galaxy. Would you vacation there? Fuck NO!
The inevitable Zombie Holocaust is another matter altogether. The recent breakthrough of creating stem cells from adult skin cells using viruses to rewrite it’s DNA almost makes this a lead pipe cinch. And you know what? The majority of these cells end up cancerous. From what I understand, cancer cells are virtually immortal. Didn’t these guys ever play Resident Evil? I mean what the fuck were they thinking? Do they WANT there to be zombies rising up and consuming the living? Unless of course that’s where they got the idea to begin with. You can rest assured, if something, no matter how repugnant, inhumane and evil, is possible, somebody somewhere is already doing it. Regardless of what these knuckle-heads had in mind, the shit is going to hit the fan when it all goes down and Milla Jovovich ain’t gonna be around to save your fat, lazy latte slurpin’ ass this time. You want to cure America’s obesity problem? Fuck Jenny Craig, fuck Weight Watchers and fuck Richard Simmons; you just unleash a bunch of unstoppable ghouls craving human flesh on the public and you’ll see big waistlines (and the people attached to them) disappear over night. Why? Because overweight people can’t climb ropes and neither can zombies. That’s an interesting coincidence, huh? I know where my happy-go-lucky ass is going to be when the dead rise; up a frigging rope with a gun somewhere. Zombies (traditional ones anyway) can’t run, and surprisingly enough heavy people tend not to be too light on their feet either. You will never see Nike pay millions to an overweight, pasty-faced World of Warcraft champion to endorse their new line high-tops for the indoor athlete. So just keep stuffing your face with Hot-pockets and pizza-rolls and you might as well tattoo ‘Zombie-Chow’ across your forehead.
That leads us to the Robot rebellion. I guess there’s a few ways this could go down. My guess that the most likely possibility for the machine revolt is the upcoming Technological Singularity as described by I.J. Good, Verner Vinge and Ray Kurzwiel. This is based on the principle of ‘Accelerating Returns’, when technological advances grow exponentially and for the first time, synthetic intelligence will surpass that of the organic and machines will begin to design smarter machines. There are people who embrace this concept as a new techno-utopia. It would be a world of cybernetic implants, bionic replacement parts and wetware interfaces, one where the distinction between human and machine would be forever blurred. This would be a quiet and bloodless revolution, one where we are slowly replaced, piece by piece, individual by individual, until all that remained was the memory of a once great people. That would be our legacy; to be forgotten by the children of our brilliance and ingenuity. Perhaps that’s for the best. Perhaps the natural order of things goes from inert to organic to synthetic. It's sort of how Bruce Lee got screwed out of starring in Kung-Fu, an idea he conceived and created as a vehicle for himself to star in. The big machine of Hollywood rolled right over him, took his idea and left him to die.....OK, they didn’t leave him to die and it's a terrible analogy, but you get the picture.
Another way this could happen, would be the ‘Gray Goo’ scenario in which self-replication nano-bots reproduce out of control and convert everything on Earth in to a replication of themselves. Imagine the example of putting one grain of rice on a single square of a chess board, then doubling the number of grains in the second one. Imagine continuing this procedure, square after square, 2 then 4 then 8 then 16 then 32 then 64, until the final square has
18,446,744,073,709,551,615 grains of rice. Now imagine that continuing, each microscopic machine doubling again and again into infinity. They need to get their raw materials from somewhere, right? What if some distant alien civilization has already been consumed by their own self-replicating, space-worthy nano creations and slowly but surely, as inevitable as the spread organic microorganisms, the ‘Gray Goo’ is branching out, swallowing the planet of origin and it’s closet neighbors, then the star itself, then the entire solar system, then the galaxy, moving closer to us, spreading outward, ever onward, ever hungry, with but a single purpose; reproduce.
The final scenario would be the classic Hollywood story, seen in such films as The Terminator, The Matrix and just about every other movie, TV show and novel about machines taking over. This is probably the only case in which we might have a chance. Machines are predictable and eventually break down; humans on the other hand, are evil sons o’ bitches and reproduce like rabbits the worse the conditions are. It probably wouldn’t take long for us to simply out-fuck the machines and bury their troops in skeletons. But then again, seeing how society is today, it really isn’t that difficult for me to imagine mankind’s regression into savagery after having it’s conveniences stripped away. How many people retain the basic knowledge it takes to tune up their car? Or to fix their brakes or change a tire? How many people could build shelter, start a fire, hunt for food, gut a fish, tan hides, make warm clothes, read a compass, weave a blanket, set a bone or stitch a wound, or even come close to the basic skills that our primitive ancestors possessed? Robert Heinlein said as much and more, “Specialization is for insects”. Shit, how many of you have more than the general working knowledge of your PC that it takes to receive your email? I think the machines have already started to take over, only they haven’t gotten any smarter, we’ve become dumber.
In retrospect, it really doesn’t matter how it all ends. There are too many people and not enough resources to go around forever. Surely science will work wonders over the next few decades, perhaps centuries and that is the very hallmark of what it is to be human. We are problem solvers and question askers. We adapt, we think our way out of situations, we strive and we triumph, but how long can it last? Something has to give, and I don’t think the Earth, bless her heart, has that much more left in her.
However, the only real way to avoid the wholesale extinction of the Human race is to do what every other organism does to flourish, thrive and survive; seek out new environments to inhabit; i.e.: colonize other planets. I know, I know, there are enough problems right here on Earth that we could be spending our money on, but consider this; it can’t last forever. Not the way it’s going anyway. Gamma-ray bursts, collapse of ocean ecosystems, global warming, antibiotic resistant- pandemics, pollution, war, disease, bio-terrorism, famine, overpopulation, caldera eruptions, asteroids, etc: anyone of these could push us to the brink if not eliminate us out of hand. Why have all your eggs in one basket?
Think about it.
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