clean. I looked down at my feet.
“What you’re saying is true,” I observed quietly, “but the benefits are true as well.”
“The first dose is free,” he snorted, “but then you start paying once hooked. Isn’t that what the release plan is? You’re giving it away for free?”
“Yes, that is the plan,” I sighed, nodding my head in resignation. “You understand what we’re doing, but you don’t understand why.”
“Oh, I understand all right,” he countered, “to make money, be powerful, to be more famous. The world is going to hell in a hand basket, and you’re the vultures ready to pick over its bones.”
That stung. I winced, but at least he had arrived at the crux of the issue.
“Yes,” I said after a moment, “the world is going to hell in a hand basket, as you say, but I’m not sure you understand the extent of it. Come with me, Bob, I need to show you something.”
He shook his head.
“Please, just come with me.” I nudged him with my phantoms.
Grudgingly he released control to me and we dropped through inner space to appear on a city street. Not just a city street, but one that was still charred from some cataclysmic event that had incinerated the place. There were bodies strewn everywhere, blackened flesh and bone exposed through shredded clothing.
“Look around Bob,” I said sadly. “This is the future without pssi.”
I drove our viewpoint around.
“War is horrible,” Bob replied, unimpressed. “But this isn’t your fault. How are you going to stop war with pssi?”
“We can’t stop war, but we discovered we could remove the root cause of it.”
I pulled our projection viewpoint back into space, far above the earth, and we watched as pinpricks of light erupted and sent tiny shockwaves across its surface.
“You’re watching a full scale nuclear war in progress. This is representative of many phutures for the human race.”
“But this is just one phuture,” Bob objected. “Everyone shifts their timeline when they see bad things coming.”
I shifted the viewpoint back, bringing into scope thousands and then millions of alternate future Earths, all burning under some apocalyptic scourge, whether biological, chemical, nanotechnology gone wrong or dozens of others.
“It is possible to navigate the fate of one individual,” I explained, “but the combined fate of billions gains momentum like a supertanker on the open ocean. With more than ten billion people on the planet, and all of them craving material luxury, there just aren’t enough resources to sustain it all, so, we fight for what’s left.”
“So it all ends in apocalypse?” he asked, shaking his head. “I find that hard to believe.”
“No, you’re absolutely right.”
I spun our viewpoint even further back, splintering billions of worlds into Bob’s sensory frames.
“In most scenarios, in almost all of them, we actually manage to avoid full blown Armageddon.”
Apocalypse wasn’t the worst fate for humans, and in fact a quick end would have been a blessing when faced with the majority of outcomes-a long, slow grind downwards; shifting populations as the Earth continued to heat, eco-system collapses, famine, pestilence, unending series of wars and genocides.
Over the next fifty years, the human population would drop from nearly ten billion to just a few. It had already started happening. I didn’t need to explain. Bob’s networks assimilated the information and data sets I sent to him.
“But surely,” he said quietly, “there must be something we could do?”
I shook my head.
“I was a part of the team that created the first World3 simulations at MIT in the mid-1970’s. We’ve been able to see this coming for a long time.”
I opened up another data channel to Bob. This one contained my personal, updated WorldX models. It was hundreds of thousands of nodes in hyper-dimensional space, connecting everything from rates of persistent pollution to land fertility and their relationships to policy implementation, industrial output and more. Graphs illustrating humanity’s climb along the pollution, population, energy consumption and other curves glowed in the foreground.
“For the last eighty years, this model has been almost perfectly predicting humanity’s path forward,” I explained, “and there is no soft landing for human population. Or at least, the soft landings that could have existed would have required threading the eye of a needle.”
I waited while Bob took it all in.
“Not that we didn’t try,” I sighed. “The same phuture spoofing technology we have hunting Vince down was one that I developed to try and nudge the timeline back and forth.”
“So you’ve been manipulating the world as well,” said Bob quietly, but he wasn’t angry anymore.
“Yes, but too little, too late. As we built Atopia, we tried countless combinations of events. In the end, no matter which way we twisted or turned, eventually billions of humans would have to perish for the planet to rebalance itself.”
I paused again.
“The only possibility left through the eye of the needle required a drastic reduction in global material consumption. The only way to do this was to send most of the population off into synthetic reality, and we had to do it quickly. Fertility rates need to plummet to nearly zero. When we understood this, the fledgling pssi program transformed itself from a commercial endeavor into a project of destiny.”
I’d returned us back to my office now. Bob was pacing back and forth in front of me.
“But we had to hide what we were doing to keep some stability along the main timeline,” I added. “Otherwise everyone would have tried to stop us.”
“Don’t tell me you were the only ones who could see this,” demanded Bob.
“Of course not,” I sighed, shaking my head. “Governments have been using futuring of one sort or another for a long time, but they’re always plotting paths forward to maximize their own benefit. A giant game of prisoners’ dilemma gone wrong.”
“And here you have the magical solution that just coincidentally maximizes your own benefit?” he shot back mockingly. “You want me to believe Kesselring and Dr. Granger are just in this to save the planet?”
I shook my head and shrugged.
“What about the United Nations then? What about everyone else?”
“International agencies have been preaching disaster for most of the last hundred years. Nobody is listening.”
“Why not just tell them yourself then?”
“Tell everyone the world is going to end-so buy my product?” I laughed. “If we truly convinced them the world was on the brink of apocalypse, we would have induced mass hysteria.”
A pause while we considered each other.
“These things happened in parallel, Bob, you have to understand. As the options collapsed, we were running the clinical trials. It became obvious we had to suppress some of the results to keep on track with regulatory approval.”
“Don’t you think it’s wrong to lie to everyone?”
I laughed.
“We didn’t lie to anyone. We just didn’t reveal the full truth. People have an amazing capacity for believing what they want to believe while ignoring the obvious.” At least this was the truth.
“And so the plan is to hook billions of people on virtual crack,” Bob said sarcastically, cocking his head at me, “with you as the only supplier. How convenient.”
I was getting tired of defending myself.
“We’re just giving people what they want, aren’t we? People have always wanted to work less, to travel more, to fuck someone new and exciting every day.” I rolled my eyes. “We’re giving them exactly what they’ve always wanted, the unlimited ability to do anything, and to be healthier and live longer while doing it.”
Bob said nothing, staring at me in stony silence.
“Do people really want to make the world a better place?” I asked. “Or do they just want to make a better
