My sperm are powered by math. And electricity.
These are the days of technology, change, and the destruction of everything.
Understand: this is literal.
There was a popular song in America in the summer of 1975, Magic, by Scottish group Pilot. Their only hit, the song is now used to help sell flooring and accessories in the Detroit area. True story.
The future is unknowable.
The past is rapidly becoming less knowable.
This is transformational.
A break from all that came before, all the norms, all the wisdom, all the ways, all the wrongs. We are the least knowing humans since the dawn of time. Nothing is as it was, nothing will be as expected.
Maybe the richest, most powerful nations on the planet transmogrify — as this change will not be without pain and blood — from patriarchal to matriarchal.
The competition for women — at the top, in the middle, maybe for all women — becomes so intense that men use sensors, processors and AI to give their semen better odds of impregnating a(ny) woman.
Knowing why some sperm succeed and others fail could help treat male infertility, the researchers said. More than 50 million sperm embark on the journey to fertilise an egg when a man and woman have sex. About 10 reach the finish line – but there can only be one winner.
“There can be only one winner.”
How to improve the odds — using all the tools at our disposal? First, math.
He and his team measured the beat of individual sperm cells’ tails to try to understand the flow of fluid around the sperm. It turns out that a “simple mathematical formula” explains the rhythmical patterns created, Dr Gadelha says. And these movements help selected sperm cells move forward towards their holy grail – the female egg.
A simple mathematical formula will not suffice. The drive to new life too intense. Even now. What will you do to ensure your sperm have an edge?
Google, one of the richest, most powerful, living-knowing corporations on the planet, ever, is funding a film on its YouTube Red streaming service, Gigi Gorgeous. It’s the glorious, liberating, made-popular and filmed-faux intimate portrayal of a teen boy’s (literal) transformation into a woman.
At what point do we label crazy?
This post is not political.
At what point do we lock someone away, force them inside, place them on a drug regimen, deny them freedom of movement, freedom over their personal affairs, because what they do to themselves is so beyond the pale that we are forced to label them crazy?
When they hack away at their genitals?
When they hack off an arm? Leg?
When they pump their body full of hormones? Everyday until their body and much of their brain are transformed? Exception: when it’s only to prep for an Olympic sporting event five years away.
How many sensors do they put inside themselves to make them stronger, taller, happier, faster, meaner, to keep them alive even as their brain shuts down, before we say a line is crossed, the person is no longer a person, the life is no longer a life, this boy is too young to make himself a woman, breast implants at age 6 are repugnant, an experimental procedure that links their eyes with their smartphone is too risky, embedding sensors into their brain so they can communicate their thoughts with other tribe members, who have likewise embedded sensors into their brains, limits their participation in the wider community too much, that their refusal to bake a cake celebrating the wedding of two gay men is vile and unacceptable?
Is it the job of society?
As some nations are approving virgin births using the DNA of 3, soon more people, it may become untenable to leave such decisions up to the parents.
You autistic daughter can’t or won’t communicate with any stranger. You have modified AR chips put into her eyes so that everyone, literally everyone, looks like a giant, soft, pink bunny, which she actually will communicate with.
Desperate love, aspirational vengeance, endorphin-addled longing, fear, these make humans think different. One constant: we demand rules. The greater the potential to stray, the fiercer the rules, the harsher the punishment upon those who dare stray, even upon those who dare consider straying.
Puritans were their most puritanical when they landed upon the shores of the new world, when all the old rules no longer applied, and those who enforced those rules were far away.
Freaks, meeks, and those who seek do not always get along. But crazy jeopardizes us all.
Apple is spending a fortune to win the next big thing: augmented reality. This should be obvious to any analyst. Apple makes its money — and it makes a great deal of money — from selling high-priced, high-margin screens. As Coke wants everyone on the planet, yes, literally, to always have a Coke product in hand, Apple wants everyone to always be staring at a Apple screen, at home on the couch, at work in the office, out for a jog, standing in line for coffee, relieving themselves on the toilet, laying next to their partner, always be staring at a screen.
Apple, the king of thin and light, will have to leapfrog current products by launching something small and powerful. Adding AR features to the iPhone isn’t a giant leap. Building glasses will be harder.
Don’t get your hopes up.
Apple makes most of its money from iPhone, so almost certainly Apple CEO Tim Cook will continue his desperate goal to make sure everything flows into and out of iPhone. The iPhone generates the gold, helps ensure customer lock-in, and Cook does whatever he can to foster this, meaning anything AR will be forced to go through iPhone, whether that’s best for the user or not.
Short-term gold, long-term death.
CEOs don’t think long-term, of course.
Worse for Apple, is that augmented reality relies upon Earth-spanning server clouds of data, much of which Apple does not possess, and of those which it does, the company has proven repeatedly that it’s not very good at leveraging, least not for the betterment of its customers.
The fix: offer special, “exclusive” branded goodies for “only Apple” customers that replace the loss of the full benefits of augmented reality with the illusion of tribal superiority.
Tribal superiority. Through product. In the 21st century.
People are crazy.