2030: You’ll be a zombie and you’ll be okay with it.

Ah! The year 2030! Humanity has finally reached peace.

During the Great Collapse, many lost their lives. They were not immunized against a terrible disease called COVID-19. They had to be “reprogrammed”. The government took care of us, and provided liberty and harmony to us. We now live in a wonderful time, a place called utopia. No more sickness! No more death! No more life!

Tomorrow, I get my appointment for biosoftware update 30.5. It keeps me from getting sick. The new update reprograms my DNA too: I paid the 30.5+ (plus) to have a new eye color.

Many humans aren’t that lucky. They are still stuck in the lower version. I think I feel sad when I think about it. I cannot really think anymore (and why would I? Thinking is dangerous!), but my ModernBRAIN tells me to feel sadness about people stuck in the past.

We don’t own our bodies anymore. It was deemed too dangerous. One own consciousness can be a weapon. So the government –singular, there is only one left– decided to make it illegal to own one’s body and mind.

There were many great debates about the legality of it, but in the end, all of the opposition got deported to an isolation camp. Dangerous, vile people. 

I live in a big city. There are only 60 cities left worldwide. I’m in a place called Toronto. I rent a condo, I rent fresh air, I even rent my dog. We aren’t allowed to own a puppy anymore. We can only subscribe to one.

My credit card doesn’t reflect the amount of money I have in my bank account. We don’t use money anymore. We use Green Points to pay for things. If we consume too much, we get a lower social score. Maintaining a high score is important: it allows you to go to bars and restaurants. Green Points are based on your carbon emission.

And, as I said before, I do not owe myself anymore. The government is my lifelord. If I am a bad person (thinking bad things, such as love and freedom), they can stop giving me Green Points. And without Green Points, I cannot get my firmware update. The worst-case scenario is that they cancel me: my Green Pass becomes invalid, and therefore I cannot eat or drink or even see my puppy. Many people are eliminated. They are not killed, but they are deported outside of the Great Cities, where they have to fight with the Dirty People on the outskirt to eat something.

The government tells us that we must live this way for two more years before we can go back to normal. Climate change is about to kill us all, and so we must surrender our rights to the government so they can save us. There is no joy in freedom. There is only peace and happiness in the comfort of the government, who loved us so much.

I must let you go now. I am about to hit the limit of words that I can type. Each word represents a carbon footprint. I have to be careful with them. 

I’m a zombie, but I’m okay with it. What else is there to experiment anyway?

I’m happy in my Metaverse. Or, at least, my ModernBRAIN tells me to feel this way.