Confessions of a Cyborg #4: The whole point of work is to dehumanize you, wanker

Domingo Michelli, an ancient book maker, coined a phrase which the closest translation to modern languages is just that: THE WHOLE POINT OF A WORK IS TO DEHUMANIZE YOU, WANKER. It is implied that masturbating is unproductive, and you are participating in mental masturbation by thinking otherwise.

It has hard to disagree with Domingo, because he is an ancient scholar, but there's more than a cold reality in that phrase. It is also an expression that cyborgs have been around since before the giggle-economy, after all, we live in modernity (contrary to popular belief, the epoch we live in is not "contemporary", that would be any time when you are reading something, like, now is contemporary, when you read it, it will be history but contemporary with you, at the same time, you wanker) and automatization is part of the whole hyper-efficiency in any endeavor we put or minds to make. Except space travel. That is completely useless, except that, well, neat things can be done in SPACE, but we have enough space between our own electrons and their neutrons to... do more imaginative things.

So, yea, today I went and drove, getting re-accustomed to the machine with wheels that is part of the machine with sensors that drive and interact with humans. You want one reason for making robot-cars mandatory? Even as a cyborg-car you have to make moral decisions and they don't boil down to the incredibly mind-wanking idea of killing this instead of that. There's a lot of joy in mind-wanking, you could say that everything I write is pretty much that, but it is not, it is a cry for help against Wintermute or the voices or it or whatever is going on. And solitude. I'd much rather be back with my ex than have my own place. I'd live longer, anyways. Alas, that's just mind-wanking, she is pretty clear about her decision and I'm pretty strong about my acceptance of whatever she wishes.

With the high moral ground, now I put you in my situation. Someone is telling me he does not have a mask, is not sick and needs a ride to San Francisco. He will pay money. Hell, by the end of it, he will give you a tip that you can't forget. You don't know that yet, but it is either you getting sick, or the whole public transport system getting sick, or nobody getting sick and the guy being thrown in jail because he was kind of drunk from yesterday. A robot, or a large company, will just refer to the user agreement contract thing. Hell, the unknown hip ridesharing app I work for know that you can't totally find in my other posts will probably get me murdered for breaking the agreement that I have to tell my passangers what to do. I go as far as to not let them go in the front seat, and his ride was not the most comfortable one, but I got him alive to his place, and I am still alive, he didn't go to jail, there was more peace in the world and I had a handsome (pretty handsome) tip. My mask is one of those that protect even the enviorement and then I remember that my brother has been doing Jiu Jitsu anyways and we hang around without masks anyways because we are not in the middle of a hotspot of the pandemic just right now. So, a robot-car would just say: no, drive off, and a human being would be left in the middle of the street yelling WHY to Saturn rising over the horizon.

There's a lot of complexity in human interactions, specially when you think, you know man, we will have the windows rolled down, Lyft doesn't owe me shit, they owe us both, and I'll take your word.

Of course, that leaves with WHAT IF THE PANDEMIC IS NOW YOUR CAR. Fortunately I have enough 99.9999% Viral killer spray to fumigate a warehouse, and the next client, the last of the day, was going late anyways, which gave me a chance to fumigate the car, air it, clean my thoughts of pandemic and change the music. We had a great conversation about bossa nova. She's probably not going to get sick. I mean, not more than with other drivers, or taking the bus (which in sometimes, surprise! is impossible). Anyways, robot cars still are the best alternative to the lack of more creative ways of transportation, like... well, ask Domingo about more creative ways.

The last thing I want to mention is on the necessity of veterans. Not because they had to go through hell and back, but just because their experience is quite needed everywhere. Otherwise you can't keep peace in a country like this. I guess I feel guilty because I really won't ever risk my neck for the neck of somebody else, except that I just did.

Thank you for your service, people who serve for peace, in any industry.

May our days be full of bossa nova or whatever music you like and etc.

PS: So, on the NFT market I have to give a shout-out to this site:

LOS MALANDROS

Year is 2121. The world? Chaos. 600 unique and futuristic Malandros are coming to the #ETH Blockchain to save the world from total obliteration.

I have no idea what it is about, I think it's some type of reboot of Power Rangers or Starcraft avatars, but in case that the ancient Latin is not clear, malandros will always mean BAD PEOPLE. So, yea, NFTs and bad boys for you to buy and participate in some kind of weird stuff. Granted, they are high quality, even higher quality than my waifus. They made me understand very clearly that the NFT market is, well, a scam. What would you expect from bad people? Wouldn't it be nicer to give money to nice people like me and BUY MY WAIFU? kthxbye.