The world as we know it has already ended. As each day passes it seems like the world as we know it slowly changes right in front of our eyes. The “cyborg age” arrived so quietly, few people noticed. Each person now carries a permanent digital device in their palm. In the blink of an eye, all of us—from the developed world to the farthest backwaters—were turned into cyborgs. The year 2021 will be remembered as Year ONE. The children born into this “digital catastrophe” will be known as the First Generation. Our only recourse is to teach them how to survive or help them discover means of survival under the “digital swarm” unleashed upon us.
“First Generation”—that is, those who are teenagers today, the first generation to be wholly raised up within the digital swarm. Given the premise, the truth of which seems undeniable (but of which more later), that technology is not going away, and the second premise that those who have come, and are coming, of age in the new era of technology will decide how our society will interact with, and become inter tangled with, technology. We, or the First Generation rather, must not abdicate responsibility, but grasp it, in order that we all may continue to lead lives worth living.
But this highlights what I think is an important question—can mankind truly exist mostly in a digital space, or does its unreality simply preclude the adequate transmission of belief and culture? If we are all hanging out in the metaverse, is that merely a translation of man’s culture to a new environment, or is it a deracinated, silly imitation, where no real culture can be truly formed, and certainly nothing real can be passed to our children? It seems to me that the latter is closer to the truth, and that no matter how many rites of passage we create, to the extent they revolve around digital, they are inherently fake and alien to mankind.
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