Look at us, we oblivious daydreamers of the Technozoic, lost inside our phones like they were our own personal worlds, or doorways into ideal realms where our feelings can stay hidden and our thoughts purified. The social comfort our mobile devices provide us spells our doom, deeming us the last few descendants of the inventors of barbaric tools which split asunder all that the natural world provided us. Look around, isn't this world amazing enough to keep your eyes off the screen, to keep your mind from wandering through the dense forests of your absent-minded interests? Nothing could ever be more insubstantial than the substantial hypnosis of a computer screen. We've been put in a trance, we feeble minded humans, we fading remnants of a civilization that came so close to hurdling all the obstacles of suffering that we forgot suffering is the only thing that will get us over them. But that's okay, let's bury ourselves in the comfort of our digital lives, numb ourselves to the outside world, it doesn't need us anyway. All we provide for it is carbon dioxide for a few plants, and fodder for the lucky bugs who get to feast on those of us who decided not to get cremated. The chain of life has no further need of us, we are so far off the food chain that we may as well be aliens. We are so lost in our own little worlds that we don't realize the real world is watching us from a safe distance. All the plants can sense us, all the animals can see us, and they all have their own languages, each and every species. They communicate to each other what they see, and what they see is our minds rotting away inside devices that don't even use the building blocks of life. They see us disintegrating into brainless organisms who are blindly connected to molecules which can't even be eaten. They find themselves superior to us, for they still listen to the earth, heed its every warning, and haven't lost their minds to invisible worlds in the screen. Crows are mocking us from electricity wires, their only interest in the occasional crumb that falls from something we've eaten; cats and dogs watch us in condescension, knowing that our emotional weaknesses make us slaves to them; dolphins, monkeys, insects, and even flowers perform their tricks, tricks that are often beautiful or arouse our contemplation, knowing that our minds are easily seduced because of our sensitivities to reason and beauty. Now the new global imbalance spells change. Time twists through each passing mutation, turning the tides of metamorphosis. A melting clock, a frozen face, a lack of consideration, ignorance of nature, images ruptured- the mind screams in terror- erratic, irrational, dangerous, dogmatic, prejudiced, full of hate, reaching this retarded state. The horror is coming, a horror which can't be described. We've created a new phylum, a phylum that will come to dominate the Anthropocene, a phylum so dependent on plastics, waste, electricity, and oblivious thinking that it will carry with it all the adaptations necessary of a desecrated planet. After the sixth mass extinction, nothing will be left but polymeric specimens and cybernetic monsters with diodes for teeth.
Written from a Kindle Fire with voice assistance.
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