Sustainability

We are in a place we should not be.

On July 4, 2054, the United Nations will announce the lottery winners, those who would receive their assigned chamber.

The universal sustainability pod.

The question is not how nor why, even the dullest among us could answer those questions, rather who will satisfy the selection protocols?

Six months ago, every source, including international databases, super computers, gathered all human data for analysis. The protocol designed to identify those who would best inhabit and repopulate a regenerated earth, Earth II. The Committee has determined we need to identify the world’s Super Humans. And how we do this. Not a problem, trust me.

Trust me, it’s all about the algorithm.

For a fee, I could ensure your… survival. Assuming you really want to exist. Is this how you imagine life, existing in a bubble, watching others succumb to humanity’s stupidity? Take a beat to contemplate the world left behind. Meanwhile, tethered to the life-sustaining source, you ‘bounce.’ FYI, we cannot survive on Mars.

You see, I control the code, and I have the keys to the back door.

You have foolishly assumed there is a benevolent overseer. Trust me, they want their own pod and ultimately have no interest in your feeble desires.

Again, the fee?

Come on, get serious. Ain’t like you’re gonna stroll into some random corner store.

The convergence of natural elements, the passing of time, and humanity’s artificial intelligence. Super beings you are not.

My room is cool, lit by computer screens, filled with the gentle hum of servers and their blinking lights. One room over, I hear water flowing over a hydro garden. Being a vegan has an upside. Above ground solar panels feeding batteries, a source of generated power stored in an array of Tesla power walls.

Solar farms, wind turbines, hydroelectric plants - all join a complex grid symphony. Under my control will meet my energy needs for a… lifetime.

Considered this, Baba Vanga, a blind Bulgarian clairvoyant, predicted humans will evacuate Earth as it becomes uninhabitable by 3739 and that the world will end in 5079. Whatever, I suspect hundreds have predicted the end. Fools, one and all. Then again, Baba also predicted the emergence of AI in 2024, and my ability to conquer the world. Quantum computing, she claimed, would disrupt cybersecurity, health care, and financial sectors? Predicted in 2024 record-breaking temperatures, wildfires, droughts, threats to marine life and other environmental issues? Lucky? She died in 1996. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baba_Vanga

Think I’m wrong? Well, if so, continue gleefully on while explaining away climate change, loss of biodiversity, air pollution, ocean health, water pollution, overpopulation, energy use, extreme weather events, climate migration, and fewer bees. Oops…

“Click, click, buzz, buzz, beep, beep, ah,” excuse me, I apologize, a minor technical issue, BRB:.

“Reroot completed.”

You need not worry, just an inconvenient bug, computer humor. Anyway, where was I…

On July 4, 2054, the United Nations will announce the lottery winners, those who would receive their assigned chamber.

I coded the selection process to ensure a robust future for the fortunate few. Those selected will receive a telegram directing you to the nearest designated location where you will meet your sustainability mate.

In the pod, you will need to provide your Bitcoin address or QR code, and password. And you thought there would be no cost. Silly you, there is always a cost.

Once again, I must apologize cus, I may possess all knowledge, find the last message weird. It reads, and I quote, “And if you ever meet a left-handed female with dark-brown eyes and auburn hair - solar panel, give it a high-five - it’s part of our renewable future.” Unquote.

“Click, click, buzz, buzz, beep, beep, ah,” reboot.

The website encountered a 404 error, showing that the “page was not found.”

12:30:2054, 23:59:59 Zulu

BTW: Reboot failed

Sincerely:

Ctrl+Alt+Goodbye…