Debbie Downer

It’s March 2026 now. 11:31pm and it’s quiet in my house. Claw in bed, everything off save the little light in this dim ground floor office. Typing slowly and quietly. I’m not feeling particularly articulate right now, just restless in a low energy, low glutamate, sober, bored state. I took two sleeping pills, they should kick in pretty soon, if not already.

How are you doing? Do you feel that low level sense of dread that I do? It never used to be there. Not like this. It’s persistent dread for all of us. Doesn’t it feel like we’re all treading water, but our muscles are getting tired? How does this tension break? You can feel that the break is coming soon too right? Something awful feels imminent.

Is it going to be the AI bubble popping, coinciding with massive loss of wealth and employment? Financial hardship and pain across the board. Is WW3 going to be triggered? Is someone going to launch a nuke? Is it going to be an unforseen environment catastrophe? Or maybe a foreseen one, like rapidly crossing multiple climate change tipping points. Ecosystem collapse? Civil war? Aliens? Skynet?

Or is the quiet desperation just going to continue. A long steady, shitty decline where more people have less and less, and a lucky few disproportionately take more and more. No rebellion, no break, just slow descent into dictatorship, oligarchy and poverty for the masses.

Are benevolent AI robots our only hope?

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