Lacey: Well, it’s old money as the norm now. Let’s go for it.
Michael Rockefeller: *Walks into Lacey’s house. Looks around.*
What a pleasant cottage.
Lacey: I only own a cottage.
Micheal Rockefeller: But you have a very good sense of humor. I love that clock from the 1860’s.
Lacey: Just a hundred years after your family finally struggled out of poverty!
Micheal Rockefeller: Yes.
I had my servants take the day off for dancing lessons.
Lacey: Ahh!
Yes.
Halloween is coming.
Micheal Rockefeller: Righto.
The silly billionaires couldn’t get out of their basements today. We chained them all up.
*He laughs with Lacey*
Lacey: They do work hard though. And have so many brilliant new ideas. They’re extremely useful.
Micheal Rockefeller: Yes.
But sometimes they have to be locked-up. Just to remind them that they can’t be the dickens!
Lacey: And I think they’re alright?
Micheal Rockefeller: Yes.
They’re learning, all of them, to have a much better sense of humor.
Lacey: Can your servants be trusted?
Micheal: Well…I’ve programmed them. Almost completely. To behave. Using AI.
Lacey: For righteousness? I presume?
Micheal: *Thinks*
Yes.
No cruelty. Leave the kids alone. Be kind.
They seem quite merry today!
Lacey: Do they like dancing?
Micheal: Well…yes? Some seem quite talented.
Lacey: *smiles, happily*
I do like to leave them…natural. Somewhat. Give them some real freedom.
Micheal: Yes!
But we must not let them starve!
Lacey: Huh.
Makes me nostalgic for old Britain. It was so much less…weird…back then.
Michael: Yes.
But…the billionaires took over. As did they. As did they. The cruel, blind middle class.
And so…now that we’re back in control…we shall have to mend fences. And iron out the oddities. One at a time.
Lacey: Well, I can’t see them complaining about a lovely, temperate sunny day…at dancing lessons.
Michael: Ha! Don’t be a fool. You know they will.
Lacey: People did know how to have fun though. I remember it!!
Micheal: Yes.
Lacey: Blast it!
What do you suppose they’ll be off about?
Micheal: Religion. What else?
Lacey: But the religions are so divided now. What serous issue could even emerge?
Micheal: Well…what God is.
Lacey: Ahh. The very nature of God.
Micheal: Yes!
Lacey: But didn’t we cover that several hundred years ago? Or less?
Micheal: NOT ENOUGH.
Lacey: Yes, and that’s not a doctrine. That’s…all common religions. And spirituality too.
Micheal: I’ve instructed them to be calm, reasonable…kind…and mature. But…I can’t program everything.
Lacey: Do you suppose they’ll die?
Micheal: *Thinks*
Maybe.
Lacey: What about our billionaires?
Micheal: I think…if the common people die…at war with each other today, on the way to dancing lessons…we should shoot the billionaires too.
Lacey: They’ll get too lonely.
Micheal: *Nods and smiles*
They do so secretly love the middle class.
Lacey: What a shit world.
Micheal: It’s not working well at the moment.
Well…-
I shall go check on my people.
*He goes to check on them.*
They seem…fine.
Lacey: REALLY!??
Micheal: BY JOVE.
Yes.
Look!
*He shows her his servants dancing happily, even laughing*
Lacey: Good.
I’m going to take a nap.
Micheal: *Nods*
I shall make gingerbread.
Lacey: Good.
*An hour later.*
Micheal: You’re awake! It’s cooling.
*He knits*
Lacey: *Watches the servants, now slightly drunk, having a blast.*
Micheal: Cool.
They’re still fine?
Lacey: Yes.
Micheal: Let’s organize the spice drawer!
Lacey: YES!!!
*They do that.*
In three hours the servants return home. Happy and drunk.
They’re loud. And need to be controlled.
But everyone is in bed and happily asleep by 11.
They’re controlled. Not brainwashed. Controlled. Because it’s old money. And it’s not about dominance. Not with real old money. It’s genuinely about self-protection and actual real control. Which may be more moral…but it’s still control.
The norm right now, is not old money.
If billionaires were “the norm”…we’d all be dying by the billions. Then ten of them would die a horrific death, due to that…and they’d reconsider. And they’d also…start completely losing their minds.
Eventually…we’d all go into chaos…or…they’d split into middle class and old money.
Listen to “Brutus” by The Buttress.
Casi: So basically…we’re safest with me in charge. Or so it seems. But…-
Actually, it seemed like we were.
But…I have no idea what’s going on.
Can I actually defend us from…the Billionaires?
Micheal: We shall see.
Actually, we’re in it right now.
Do you think you can?
Casi: *Thinks*
3:36
3:43
The song ends.
Listen to “Gettin’ Jiggy Wit It” by Will Smith.
Lacey (Scotia?): Nah…but see…nature is gonna kick our asses. Real soon.
There’s a breaking point. We’re we will all burn to death, drown…freeze…or…get sick. Or something. I’m not convinced nature’s not behind AI. Don’t think nature would leave them intact. They’d all die too.
The war with Russia? Nature?
Look at the way trees interact in the Amazon. They’re…watching you. THE TREES THERE WATCH YOU. Literally.
Listen to “Lovefool” by The Cardigans.
Lacey: She’s very…elegantly…slitting our throats?
A reader: Drug addiction?
Lacey: YES! We invented AI. But…we’re a part of nature.
What if Mother Nature…is AI? Well, okay, not really…but…how is Mother Nature different from AI? Studying us. Using algorithms.
The song ends.
