In the fading reach of last century, Cream of Civilization decreed a job well done.
Several millennia of increasingly fine structures, a few thousand noble tomes, brief liaison with social ideals ..
Despite unsettling exemplars in primitive creatures, pre-empting by eons great structures and complex societies, Cream saw its achievement a new curve on this ancient biosphere.
Elusive as is life or intelligence to define, something, Cream sanguinely surmised, set her apart from the ecological collective.
And she was right. Change was afoot, and Cream entered the workshop of the gods.
Dawn of culture and society manifested somewhat ex-nihilo in a certain hairless ape. Baryogenesis favored Cream over Curdle, by which assumption modern humans arrive fully accessorized from 50 thousand years of bare fisted bone-clubbing and bombing.
Ascendant in battling its dark side, this shining envoy was poised to emanate humankinds’ fragrance throughout the universe – and, markets willing, beyond!
Or not.
Unwitting, Cream seeded its demise in tools of success: statehood, commerce, science.
Cream, it seems, anthropomorphized steel and concrete from jungle, complex military from claws, nation from territorial imperative, trade and commerce from fight to the death.
For a moment you flirted with not being animals. Till a half century ago you controlled the tools. Atop each was a person of ultimate edict. The danger, even before this period of human veto, was evident even in primitive lethal mindless swarms.
Today’s swarm, technology-enabled finance, commerce, and industry, has a life beyond human. The modern corporate state totally subjugates human elements and acts on its own behalf for its own purpose.
Its activities are synonymous with subroutines of artificial life and is the precursor of machine intelligence that will rule in short order.
Humans are increasingly its prey, but rapid evolution will quickly determine you a superfluous competitive plague.
