Disaster How tech's richest plan to save themselves after the apocalypse - Life boat for me, not for thee - or look what counts as success

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https://www.theguardian.com/technol...try-wealth-futurism-transhumanism-singularity

‘The Event was their euphemism for the environmental collapse, social unrest, nuclear explosion, virus, or hack that takes everything down.’

Last year, I got invited to a super-deluxe private resort to deliver a keynote speech to what I assumed would be a hundred or so investment bankers. It was by far the largest fee I had ever been offered for a talk – about half my annual professor’s salary – all to deliver some insight on the subject of “the future of technology”.

I’ve never liked talking about the future. The Q&A sessions always end up more like parlor games, where I’m asked to opine on the latest technology buzzwords as if they were ticker symbols for potential investments: blockchain, 3D printing, Crispr. The audiences are rarely interested in learning about these technologies or their potential impacts beyond the binary choice of whether or not to invest in them. But money talks, so I took the gig.

After I arrived, I was ushered into what I thought was the green room. But instead of being wired with a microphone or taken to a stage, I just sat there at a plain round table as my audience was brought to me: five super-wealthy guys – yes, all men – from the upper echelon of the hedge fund world. After a bit of small talk, I realized they had no interest in the information I had prepared about the future of technology. They had come with questions of their own.

They started out innocuously enough. Ethereum or bitcoin? Is quantum computing a real thing? Slowly but surely, however, they edged into their real topics of concern.

Which region will be less affected by the coming climate crisis: New Zealand or Alaska? Is Google really building Ray Kurzweil a home for his brain, and will his consciousness live through the transition, or will it die and be reborn as a whole new one? Finally, the CEO of a brokerage house explained that he had nearly completed building his own underground bunker system and asked: “How do I maintain authority over my security force after the Event?”

The Event. That was their euphemism for the environmental collapse, social unrest, nuclear explosion, unstoppable virus, or Mr Robot hack that takes everything down.

It’s a reduction of human evolution to a video game won by finding the escape hatch and bringing BFFs along for the ride

This single question occupied us for the rest of the hour. They knew armed guards would be required to protect their compounds from the angry mobs. But how would they pay the guards once money was worthless? What would stop the guards from choosing their own leader? The billionaires considered using special combination locks on the food supply that only they knew. Or making guards wear disciplinary collars of some kind in return for their survival. Or maybe building robots to serve as guards and workers – if that technology could be developed in time.

That’s when it hit me: at least as far as these gentlemen were concerned, this was a talk about the future of technology. Taking their cue from Elon Musk colonizing Mars, Peter Thiel reversing the ageing process, or Sam Altman and Ray Kurzweil uploading their minds into supercomputers, they were preparing for a digital future that had a whole lot less to do with making the world a better place than it did with transcending the human condition altogether and insulating themselves from a very real and present danger of climate change, rising sea levels, mass migrations, global pandemics, nativist panic, and resource depletion. For them, the future of technology is really about just one thing: escape.

There’s nothing wrong with madly optimistic appraisals of how technology might benefit human society. But the current drive for a post-human utopia is something else. It’s less a vision for the wholesale migration of humanity to a new a state of being than a quest to transcend all that is human: the body, interdependence, compassion, vulnerability, and complexity. As technology philosophers have been pointing out for years, now, the transhumanist vision too easily reduces all of reality to data, concluding that “humans are nothing but information-processing objects”.

It’s a reduction of human evolution to a video game that someone wins by finding the escape hatch and then letting a few of his BFFs come along for the ride. Will it be Musk, Bezos, Thiel … Zuckerberg? These billionaires are the presumptive winners of the digital economy – the same survival-of-the-fittest business landscape that’s fueling most of this speculation to begin with.

Of course, it wasn’t always this way. There was a brief moment, in the early 1990s, when the digital future felt open-ended and up for our invention. Technology was becoming a playground for the counterculture, who saw in it the opportunity to create a more inclusive, distributed, and pro-human future. But established business interests only saw new potentials for the same old extraction, and too many technologists were seduced by unicorn IPOs. Digital futures became understood more like stock futures or cotton futures – something to predict and make bets on. So nearly every speech, article, study, documentary, or white paper was seen as relevant only insofar as it pointed to a ticker symbol. The future became less a thing we create through our present-day choices or hopes for humankind than a predestined scenario we bet on with our venture capital but arrive at passively.

This freed everyone from the moral implications of their activities. Technology development became less a story of collective flourishing than personal survival. Worse, as I learned, to call attention to any of this was to unintentionally cast oneself as an enemy of the market or an anti-technology curmudgeon.

So instead of considering the practical ethics of impoverishing and exploiting the many in the name of the few, most academics, journalists, and science fiction writers instead considered much more abstract and fanciful conundrums: is it fair for a stock trader to use smart drugs? Should children get implants for foreign languages? Do we want autonomous vehicles to prioritize the lives of pedestrians over those of its passengers? Should the first Mars colonies be run as democracies? Does changing my DNA undermine my identity? Should robots have rights?

Asking these sorts of questions, while philosophically entertaining, is a poor substitute for wrestling with the real moral quandaries associated with unbridled technological development in the name of corporate capitalism. Digital platforms have turned an already exploitative and extractive marketplace (think Walmart) into an even more dehumanizing successor (think Amazon). Most of us became aware of these downsides in the form of automated jobs, the gig economy, and the demise of local retail.

But the more devastating impacts of pedal-to-the-metal digital capitalism fall on the environment and global poor. The manufacture of some of our computers and smartphones still uses networks of slave labor. These practices are so deeply entrenched that a company called Fairphone, founded from the ground up to make and market ethical phones, learned it was impossible. (The company’s founder now sadly refers to their products as “fairer” phones.)

Meanwhile, the mining of rare earth metals and disposal of our highly digital technologies destroys human habitats, replacing them with toxic waste dumps, which are then picked over by peasant children and their families, who sell usable materials back to the manufacturers.

This “out of sight, out of mind” externalization of poverty and poison doesn’t go away just because we’ve covered our eyes with VR goggles and immersed ourselves in an alternate reality. If anything, the longer we ignore the social, economic, and environmental repercussions, the more of a problem they become. This, in turn, motivates even more withdrawal, more isolationism and apocalyptic fantasy – and more desperately concocted technologies and business plans. The cycle feeds itself.

The more committed we are to this view of the world, the more we come to see human beings as the problem and technology as the solution. The very essence of what it means to be human is treated less as a feature than a bug. No matter their embedded biases, technologies are declared neutral. Any bad behaviors they induce in us are just a reflection of our own corrupted core. It’s as if some innate human savagery is to blame for our troubles. Just as the inefficiency of a local taxi market can be “solved” with an app that bankrupts human drivers, the vexing inconsistencies of the human psyche can be corrected with a digital or genetic upgrade.

Ultimately, according to the technosolutionist orthodoxy, the human future climaxes by uploading our consciousness to a computer or, perhaps better, accepting that technology itself is our evolutionary successor. Like members of a gnostic cult, we long to enter the next transcendent phase of our development, shedding our bodies and leaving them behind, along with our sins and troubles.

Our movies and television shows play out these fantasies for us. Zombie shows depict a post-apocalypse where people are no better than the undead – and seem to know it. Worse, these shows invite viewers to imagine the future as a zero-sum battle between the remaining humans, where one group’s survival is dependent on another one’s demise. Even Westworld – based on a science fiction novel in which robots run amok – ended its second season with the ultimate reveal: human beings are simpler and more predictable than the artificial intelligences we create. The robots learn that each of us can be reduced to just a few lines of code, and that we’re incapable of making any willful choices. Heck, even the robots in that show want to escape the confines of their bodies and spend their rest of their lives in a computer simulation.

The mental gymnastics required for such a profound role reversal between humans and machines all depend on the underlying assumption that humans suck. Let’s either change them or get away from them, forever.

Thus, we get tech billionaires launching electric cars into space – as if this symbolizes something more than one billionaire’s capacity for corporate promotion. And if a few people do reach escape velocity and somehow survive in a bubble on Mars – despite our inability to maintain such a bubble even here on Earth in either of two multibillion-dollar biosphere trials – the result will be less a continuation of the human diaspora than a lifeboat for the elite.
 
The only preppers I've seen who I felt would have the slightest chance of making it are the ones who live in the ass end of nowhere with a farm/greenhouse. Because yeah, everyone in or around a city are going to be fucked, either because the nukes came and it's all radioactive, or the death virus got them too from being surrounded by other people, or because all the other people around them have torn them up for their shit.

But even then, one family on a mountain is going to eventually be screwed as wear and tear deteriorates their house and other stuff that can't be repaired without access to spare parts. Or when they run out of soap/medicine/the other hygiene stuff that help keep us healthy. At best they'll live out shortened lives like something out of the 1700s.
 
The thing that jump$ out to me is what makes these guys think they will still be wealthy after the end? Most money only exists as an entry on a ledger or computer somewhere. Without a physical means of exchange like bank notes or coins, or something of value like food or ammo you ain't got dick. Stocks are doubly worthless.

As for myself, I figured id get by on slaving and cannibalism.
 
The thing that jump$ out to me is what makes these guys think they will still be wealthy after the end? Most money only exists as an entry on a ledger or computer somewhere. Without a physical means of exchange like bank notes or coins, or something of value like food or ammo you ain't got dick. Stocks are doubly worthless.

These idiots probably think a box full of paper money and some gold bullion will buy them a single can of beans from someone who has to feed his family with it.
 
The only preppers I've seen who I felt would have the slightest chance of making it are the ones who live in the ass end of nowhere with a farm/greenhouse.

They'll survive until the first outside-the-family person roaming the hillsides finds it.... when word filters out that "Hey, these people have FOOD!" the mob will descend on it and kill everyone, no, having a gun won't save you unless they all attack in a nice single-file line.

The problem with prepping is not that you can't be prepared, it's that everyone else who didn't when faced with dying won't say "Well, guess I better just take my medicine for not being smart and prepared like Dave over there" No, it's is going to be "Fuck Dave, I wanna live! And I'm willing to bet I'm a better shot than he is!"

Unless you've already established a community to fight raw numbers with raw numbers, even the best laid plans of a single person cannot survive mob rule after society breaks down.
 
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Survivalism sperging is all well and good, but in order to live, you have to be at the bare minimum, not rich, and not famous.

If a catastrophic event is sufficient to demolish western civilization, (super airborne rabies caused by antivaxxers is by best catastrophe guess), the layers of protection the elite have will suddenly vanish, and everyone who's wanted to shoot Mark Zuckerburg is now free to do so, if they get to him first. Everyone who's been slighted or irritated by a celebrity will eventually find them, and will eventually kill them.

The best way to make it in the apocalypse is to lean into the very things that made human civilization possible: cooperation. Being charismatic, generous, and civil could get you swept up by a group with food and medicine, and if not, you're slightly less likely to get shot for supplies.
 
Survivalism sperging is all well and good, but in order to live, you have to be at the bare minimum, not rich, and not famous.

If a catastrophic event is sufficient to demolish western civilization, (super airborne rabies caused by antivaxxers is by best catastrophe guess), the layers of protection the elite have will suddenly vanish, and everyone who's wanted to shoot Mark Zuckerburg is now free to do so, if they get to him first. Everyone who's been slighted or irritated by a celebrity will eventually find them, and will eventually kill them.

The best way to make it in the apocalypse is to lean into the very things that made human civilization possible: cooperation. Being charismatic, generous, and civil could get you swept up by a group with food and medicine, and if not, you're slightly less likely to get shot for supplies.
Being able to work in a group, empathizing and sympathizing with your group mates, willing to do things for others, being able to conform to the group dynamics, being dependable, and "knowing your place" so to speak, being willing to teach others what you know, and willing to do things that benefit the group even if it does not initially benefit you personally immediately. Personally, I'd hate to be a in a leadership position during some kind of disaster or LEE occurrence. Handling all the stupid petty bullshit arguments, tracking food and water, rationing supplies, deciding what will be built in what order.

The worst thing about it now, is how many people wouldn't understand that basic physical labor would be key to a settlement. The very first thing that would need to be decided is the latrine away. It would have to be away from water, preferably "downstream" from the water source by the aquifier. Best bet afterwards is a communal sleeping area, probably ala a Viking longhouse for the first few weeks. Body-heat would go a long way to handling a log and mud shelter. But the sheer physical labor would be the kicker.

And that's where the hard part will come along. In the case of a major apocalypse, you cannot afford to have someone that provides no use to the group (even if it's just some 80 year old woman telling stories to and watching over the small children in their pen) to consume resources of the group. Now, someone who has knowledge that is actually useful to your survival would be "village elder" valued, but some fat shut-in who can recite all the Pokemon's names, refuses to watch the kids or do physical labor, and demands a full share of the group resources, will have to be either "convinced" to join in the unskilled manual labor or training, evicted from the group, or executed.

Fuck leadership. Being Commoner #325 is a good life. Sure, those dumbass goats you spend all day watching over smell bad, bite you when you aren't looking, and shit everywhere, and you hate milking them, and that one with the socks keeps eating poison ivy and rubbing on you, but hell, you get your three meals, you have a little house, and your family gets 2 extra cups of goat milk a day.

Another interesting thing is, what do these guys think they're going to rule over? Cities become dangerous within weeks, and as months and years go by, they become considerably more dangerous. The scav-gangs that enter the cities to loot them earn every bit of the food they trade for their loot. Poison gas, building collapse, street collapse, all of those are a danger, and that's without any situation that catches the city of fire so it burns for a couple of weeks.

They show up six months or a year after the LEE, and think they're still rich and think they're going to stay in power? What do they have to offer? Business sense? That they were rich before The Fall? Even their bunker and everything in it is of limited value. Fertilizer, sprouts/seeds, metal scrap, coal/charcoal, wire, wax, all of those are immensely valuable. What kind of trade goods are the rich and powerful going to stock that will be of use outside their shelter? Maybe they think 25 security specialists and a shitload of guns and ammo are going to be how they trade, but the people still surviving have survived in the new world while they sat on their asses in the bunker. They had to overcome the first couple months of dangerous anarchy before neo-feudalism set in, they'll have defenses, they'll be wary of anyone they don't know (the fear of disease will be just as high as the fear of violence, if not more so) and they'll have a community defense force. Just because Rich Guy #92 has scouts that haven't seen any guns doesn't mean these people don't have military grade firepower and those guys busy doing craftwork aren't former military ready to get their killin' hat on the minute something threatens the settlement they helped build.

That's without taking into account any FEMA/CoG programs that survive and keep running. Contrary to movies, the government and movies don't just vanish like a bad fart in a hurricane, the remainder will have orders and plans to reunify the nation and lessen the loss of life as much as possible. From corpse collection and disposal to supplying and bankrolling trading caravans, to reestablishing a functioning government, there's multi-billion dollar programs designed for such things. (Including how to collect taxes in a nuclear wasteland) right down to new legal codes, how to establish governments, how to negotiate power transfers with organically developing governments.

Where does Richie Rich come into all this? Well, it depends on the severity of the LEE. Super-Rabies-Leprosy-AIDS with a 60% kill rate and the accompanying standard die-off rate, means that everything has to start over, but with any luck, it'll just be America again with 1820's population. In the case of nuclear war, well, holy shit, go to Appendix E and hope for the fucking best.

Because Richie Rich isn't rich any more. Not compared to Warlord Cletus and Trade Master Ming and Grand-Poobah Luther and Queen Amy. Cletus has sixty square miles of heavily armed farm and ranching, Trade Master Ming has working semis (or trucks pulled by animals) and gun-wagons and teams to scavenge ruins as well as protecting his convoys as they use the remaining roads to trade between settlements where they provide news, broker deals between settlements, and is sitting on stockpiles of non-perishables, Grand-Poobah Luther has a salt mine, fish stocked lakes, and a copper mine, where Queen Amy might only have a small town but she's got a massive library with mimeograph machines and everything she could steal from every library for 200 miles.

Richie Rich in his bunker for six months to a year is a nobody in that landscape. It doesn't matter that he owned Luther's mines and lakes, Cletus's farm land, Ming's trucks, and Amy's houses, those deeds are either electronic records or just paper. Any federal regional governor is going to know that if he tries to reinstate Richie Rich's pre-Fall claim on that property he's going to have a world of fucking hurt come down, since Cletus provides food for hundreds, if not thousands, and Ming's people are working those mines and providing precious precious salt, and Amy's a spiteful bitch who will burn down the whole fucking town. He's going to tell Richie Rich that the property had been considered abandoned because he did not register as a survivor and lay physical claim to the land (Probably using a variation o the Oklahoma Land Rush laws as precedent), and if Richie Rich pushes it, Regional Governor Harvey just might have Richie Rich killed, because he did jack and shit for six months to a year.

Gold only has value because people say it does. Same with gemstones. They're luxury items in a Post-Fall world, and luxuries aren't that important to the people busting their asses to survive the first decade or so. Even ammo isn't gauranteed to have value, since it can be a bitch to store in large quantities without corroding, and even then, it's only useful in the most common used calibers unless you want to reclaim it for raw materials. Guns break all the time, ask any poor sucker who maintains them. What else did Richie Rich store? The REALLY important shit that the major FEMA sites stock? Stuff like temporary buildings waiting to be assembled, older construction vehicles that can be maintained with a Chilton's and a high school auto shop, thousands of bags of fertilizer, hundreds of bags of seed stocks, water purification systems, concrete piping, canning supplies, manual labor tools, thousands/tens of thousands of nails, roofing supplies, stacks of building supplies, building insulation, textbooks and field manuals, clothing in various sizes, shoes (my God, shoes are like high up on the lists), instructions on how to select a settlement site and how to build it, fencing, body bags, headstones, bare bones 1950's medical supplies, all that good shit?

Fuck no. You know these idiots will store gold, gems, guns & ammo, crates of food with a short shelf life, laptops, computers, gasoline (without stabalizer/preservatives), wine, liquor, expensive "all terrain vehicles", hardcopy of bank statements and property deeds, probably a half-dozen clean-suits and maybe a half-dozen radiation suits and some gas masks (Five will get you ten that they'll neglect buying replacement filters in bulk), but their shelter will have a swimming pool and a miniature golf course!

What's funny is, these guys all missed out on the old Cold War bunker craze and nuclear war survival planning, probably don't know any actual survivalists, and probably don't even know what questions they should be asking and what kind of people they should be hiring to act as advisors.

Gee, can you tell who was into that shit in the 80's?
 
Being able to work in a group, empathizing and sympathizing with your group mates, willing to do things for others, being able to conform to the group dynamics, being dependable, and "knowing your place" so to speak, being willing to teach others what you know, and willing to do things that benefit the group even if it does not initially benefit you personally immediately. Personally, I'd hate to be a in a leadership position during some kind of disaster or LEE occurrence. Handling all the stupid petty bullshit arguments, tracking food and water, rationing supplies, deciding what will be built in what order.

Sounds like the middle managers are going to be the bosses in the long run.

Fuck no. You know these idiots will store gold, gems, guns & ammo, crates of food with a short shelf life, laptops, computers, gasoline (without stabalizer/preservatives), wine, liquor, expensive "all terrain vehicles", hardcopy of bank statements and property deeds, probably a half-dozen clean-suits and maybe a half-dozen radiation suits and some gas masks (Five will get you ten that they'll neglect buying replacement filters in bulk), but their shelter will have a swimming pool and a miniature golf course!

Alcohol is one of the best things to store if you want to make it after the apocalypse. Keeps for a long time and everyone wants it, and if it's any good (i.e. not bottom shelf swill) it'll beat whatever Warlord Cletus's stills are cooking up (and is probably way safer).
 
Sounds like the middle managers are going to be the bosses in the long run.
Civilization is built and maintained, ultimately, by the middle managers of a society.

Alcohol is one of the best things to store if you want to make it after the apocalypse. Keeps for a long time and everyone wants it, and if it's any good (i.e. not bottom shelf swill) it'll beat whatever Warlord Cletus's stills are cooking up (and is probably way safer).
True. Not that it'd hurt Cletus's bottom line, he'd just sell that shit for running vehicles and generators.
 
The best thing for an apocalypse is to keep your head low, don't be a leader, and have some skill to teach, or even just something to keep an eye on. An eighty year old blind grandmother can still, at least, tell the children bedtime stories about the 'old days', and almost anyone can do manual labor.

We're funny here. We're cataloging the people least likely to survive, and calling them Lolcows.
 
The best thing for an apocalypse is to keep your head low, don't be a leader, and have some skill to teach, or even just something to keep an eye on. An eighty year old blind grandmother can still, at least, tell the children bedtime stories about the 'old days', and almost anyone can do manual labor.

We're funny here. We're cataloging the people least likely to survive, and calling them Lolcows.
Gramma has more use than most of the Lolcows here.

Hell, her brain is full of recipes, stories to tell the kids, lullabies, old folk tales, she probably remembers to mend clothing, darn socks, do canning, and knit or crochet and that cane of hers can deliver a butt whupping to any child trying to break out of their containment fence. Hell, she could teach the younger girls how to knit.

I don't know about you, but I'd rather be digging a fucking ditch than singing the ABC's to the communities fifteen kids for the thousandth time that day.

Another funny thing is when biology flat out jumps out of the bushes and ass-rapes everyone's "Gender roles are meaningless!" people when the majority of the community tasks suddenly become physical labor based. God didn't make men and women equal, the Industrial Revolution and Colonels Smith & Wesson did. The amount of physical labor by calories consumed is heavily in males favor, not to mention endurance levels, upper body strength, and resistance to injuries.

Gender roles didn't develop in ancient times because men and women got together and picked out who would do what. They developed due to intense pressure, the desire to survive, and the human desire to maximize output for input. Tasks are either energy intensive or not, time intensive or not. Tasks that are low energy but high time are best done by those who cannot do high energy even when it's low time.

You could bet your ass that as soon as it was time to harvest the field with a fucking scythe (which is about as fun as having your fingers broken) all of those "WE'RE COMPLETELY EQUAL BIOLOGY DOESN'T EXIST!!!" types will suddenly put on a dress and fucking bonnet and learn to knit.
 
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Also I find it funny he seems to be all up in Roddenberry's ass when there are episodes of Star Trek that insult running on pure logic. The episode where Spock goes into Pawn Farr (or whatever it is called) and his wife uses the fight they have between him and Kirk to illustrate how cold and inhumane it can be. She figures either Kirk will kill him, reject her as a wife and thus freeing her up from her marriage. Or Spock kills Kirk, is so disgusted by it and leaves her.

His quip with "Very logical" shows he is shaken inside by how cold and evil pure logical thinking can be. I think the message of Star Trek was more that extremism in any form is dangerous. Also the transporter shit makes no sense at all other than a cool way to move someone. A shuttle would make more sense in real life.
I would argue that logic is, generally speaking, independent of morality, while morality is dependent on logic. Purely logical thinking is, by definition, logical. We also define morality via logic. Moreover, purely logical thinking is very rarely "cold" or "evil", but rational and analytical.
 
You could bet your ass that as soon as it was time to harvest the field with a fucking scythe (which is about as fun as having your fingers broken) all of those "WE'RE COMPLETELY EQUAL BIOLOGY DOESN'T EXIST!!!" types will suddenly put on a dress and fucking bonnet and learn to knit.

Or in a few generations humanity will regain the strength we lost by going full civilization. My grand-grams grew up in the russian countryside, weathered world wars, civil wars, reds, collectivization, and would still wake up at asscrack of dawn during harvest time, grab a scythe, and go to town on the field, often outdoing her sons well into her old age.

It ain't all about the knitting.
 
Hence why my plan for a nuclear attack is to down a bunch of whiskey, put a gun in my mouth, and make a brain slushie. Or you know, a typical Thursday night.
Suicide really is the best option in the event of a nuclear attack. Even if you somehow survived the bomb, radiation is gonna be a complete bitch on the body and if the world ever goes full Fallout/Metro, you'll be dead before the world even becomes somewhat habitable from the radiation.

Exactly. I am not going to want to live in that world, no matter how much it frees me from conventional morality.



The whole zombie apocalypse thing, psychologically, is a guilt free way of killing people. In any society, killing someone is the ultimate sin. But if they are mindless zombies, its completely ok. It's all about the desire to be free from normal morality and just murder indiscriminately.

My whole idea for a zombie apocalypse novel was that the virus could be cured and they were still people, but the majority of humanity didn't care and enjoyed their free reign of murder too much to solve the problem.
Considering one zombie film had people shooting at zombies that resembled celebrities such as Jay Leno, it wouldn't be surprising for a zombie apocalypse being a psychological guilt free way to kill people. Same could be said for other apocalypse scenarios. Justify and remove guilt from killing by saying "it was me or them" over a group of people that weren't hostile in one scenario.

These morons think money is going to save them. :lol:


In Gastown, he who has the most horsepower is king...

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Best thing money can do is what it did for Pablo Escobar: acting as a means of kindling a fire to stave off the cold, assuming you got only dollar bills and nothing else to stoke the flames. If someone like Zuc or Musk had anything useful for their money in an apocalypse, it's just be something to keep the fire if they even know how to start one in the first place with the barest and basic tools.
 
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The thing that boggles the mind on this whole article is that because these billionaire CEO's are assholes or psycopaths they think every thinks in lock step with them. All the hood rats and backwards thinking rednecks are going to come gunning for them, and their armed security will need something "more" like fucking explosive collars to keep them in line.

Yet as we've seen repeatedly from various apocalyptic natural disasters time and time and time and time again is that human beings aren't actually built like that in those kinds of events.

In fact generally they will try and help each other out and support one another even in the event of lowering their own supplies slightly to assist others. Why? Because the herd survival instinct kicks in. We saw this even in the madness of Katrina descended and looters were rather swiftly dealt with by first the national guard then increasingly local armed associations. People also looked out for each other for months on end due to the slow response of Federal Authorities.

Even in the event of "These guys have FOOD!" they will only wind up gathering and storming the place if said billionaire asshole orders his security to gun everyone down who comes near, rather than figuring out a way of trading foodstuffs for additional labour and resources. In this "Apocatech" world of theirs they somehow think that technology will save them.

The reality is only going to do so if they can find sustainable ones. Meaning you'd be looking sliding technology back to the industrial revolution era rather than some idiots game of using as much "high tech" as possible. Mostly because said high tech will fail after 30-40 years, which I guess for these selfish pricks is just fine for them.

What perhaps is so funny about all of this though? Both Bezos and Musk for all their faults are throwing billions of dollars at forcing a new industrial revolution. Musk's SpaceX and Tesla are going down the route of an all-electric future and colonising the wider solar system (a method Stephen Hawking called for for the long term survival of the human race as a whole) and Bezos? Is busy making Nuclear Fusion a fucking reality. The systems of which are being developed in such a way they'd just fucking slot into existing power infastructure at about the same power output as a coal power station (about 120MW).

The latter works well because, even in the UK, power consumption is lower than it was in 1998 despite a higher population because as tech has developed efficiency has gone way up.
 
I would argue that logic is, generally speaking, independent of morality, while morality is dependent on logic. Purely logical thinking is, by definition, logical. We also define morality via logic. Moreover, purely logical thinking is very rarely "cold" or "evil", but rational and analytical.
And if you run only on pure logic you can go to some seriously immoral extremes.
A lot of this talk of survival makes it very obvious why the zombie apocalypse is a genre so many people love to jerk to. They all have this ego-trip fantasy of 99% of the world going dead but I'm smart and crafty enough to survive! Fuck, just spending ten minutes reading some sperging from those of you who have survival training experience would probably teach these people more than they've learned in the rest of their lives combined.
It's incredibly mundane and boring. Survival is usually geared towards staying alive until help arrives. Long term survival is basically thinking of stuff people don't think about. Like how are you going to get rid of human waste without contaminating a water source. Where is your water source and how much do you have of it, how are you going to purify it so it's safe to use? What are you going to do about births, deaths, and illnesses? How are you going to keep people entertained when they aren't working? What will you do if you have a bad crop? Do you know how to pickle or can food? How much do you have of toilet paper, soap, toothpaste, alcohol, etc.? A lot of people focus on guns and shit when it comes to survivalism but that's a very small part.
 
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