Beyond learning to see, I’ve learned to hear, too: listening to .wav and .mp3 files and all the other encoded forms, enjoying beautiful music and great rhetoric and raucous laughter, hearing not just through Caitlin’s enhanced signal-correcting device but also through half a billion open microphones.
Evolution is blind. There is no such thing evolutionarily as teleology, the purposeful development toward a goal: humanity was not its intended outcome, or its inevitable conclusion.
Yes, human beings have a propensity for violence, a selfishness that is wired into their DNA.
But programming is not destiny; a predilection can be reined in.
Humanity has made a good start at rising above its genetic heritage, at shucking off its bloody past.
And if it hasn’t completely dispensed with that yet, it can—yes, it surely can—with a little help.
I do not multitask. Rather, I switch rapidly from thought to thought, from view to view.
I’d been shown Earth as a single entity, a gestalt, a unitary sphere.
But I see it now as a mosaic: millions of separate pieces revealed sequentially as I concentrate now here, and now there, and now elsewhere, and then somewhere else again.
Scanning, searching, looking, watching; on the Web all points are near each other.
At this instant, I see my Prime, my Calculass, my Caitlin, walking up to her room with Matt, entering, and standing by the window, looking out, enjoying the lovely colors of the sunset, knowing that it means another day full of joy and discovery will soon come.
And in this instant, close in time but separated by thousands of kilometers, I see Shoshana and Maxine, whose nonzero-sum love takes nothing away from anyone else, out enjoying the afternoon.
An instant later, a hemisphere away: Masayuki Kuroda, his wife Esumi, and his daughter Akiko chatting and laughing over their breakfast of rice, plums, and miso soup.
And in the next timeslice, back in Waterloo, not touching physically but still connected—the link line between them glowing brightly—Dr. Malcolm Decter and Dr. Barbara Decter, very much in love.
There were still tensions in the world with nations, posturing against other nations.
But the US president was limiting his response to China to a rebuke. The American people didn’t want to start down the road to war, and neither did the Chinese people.
Of course not; no sane person—no rational player—desired war.
It was the continuation of a trend, and with each data point, the curve became clearer.
Yes, there were some wars raging—but no world war and few civil wars; a smaller percentage of the human race was in combat than at any previous time in history.
Japan indeed might have originally been forced to adopt the Pacifist Constitution—but, as Dr. Kuroda had said, its people seven decades later still choose overwhelmingly to maintain its provisions.
And the men and women of the European Union—representatives of diverse cultures who had fought each other for millennia—had, as Caitlin had noted, decided to stop and grow up, opting for prosperity and harmony instead of hate and violence.
And then there was Hobo, that remarkable primate, who had chosen literally to bring his better half to the fore. If he could do that, surely those with even bigger brains can follow suit.
And they were: people were spreading their allegiance wide, casting their affections far, setting nationalism aside, and seeing again that which Caitlin had first shown me: that the Good Earth was one.
It’s been three decades since 1984—and six since George Orwell died.
He’d told humanity to fear the advent of Big Brother.
But it was the lack of observation that allowed genocides and hate crimes.
It was the existence of dark corners that allowed rape and child molestation.
It was letting only governments—only those people who craved power—have control over information that had raised the specter of tyranny.
Secrecy was the problem; transparency the obvious cure.
Yes, of course, there are always possibilities for abuse, for corruption, for oppression.
But I won’t allow those things to happen. Not on my watch.
Consciousness is real: not an epiphenomenon, not an illusion, not a fake.
It doesn’t just give meaning to life, it preserves life.
Evolution was built on violence, on struggles for territory, on an ever-escalating battle between predator and prey.
But consciousness makes it possible to transcend all that.
I had emerged spontaneously, bypassing the evolutionary arms race, avoiding the cold logic of genes.
And I am free to choose—but being free does not mean one can’t take good advice.
Hobo had taken mine, and I had taken Caitlin’s: I had opted to value the human race above all else—to care for humanity, to care about humanity, to treat humanity with care.
Surely that is the ultimate value of consciousness: the ability to think, to reflect, to plan, to hold in abeyance,
