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There are periods of opportune time to be born that line up with great social or technological change. If you are lucky enough to be born to a point where you can grow up as these windows of opportunity open during your adulthood, you can become rich and successful.
No greater example exists than that of the Robber Barons. Powerful industrialists and magnates, born at just the right time to capitalize on an emerging market and build an empire of wealth and influence. Born at just the right time in the right place.
What is our emerging market? Computers and social media have passed that golden period of opportunity for wild unchecked prosperity. Sure you can make money but you can make money doing anything.
Our golden period of opportunity is being translators for an upcoming generation.
Our golden period of opportunity is being translators for an upcoming generation.
Thanks to Covid-19, Zoom has become an eponymous teacher for your children. An already worrying amount of pudgy kids have defiantly gripped onto the iPads their parents tried to pull away from their hypnotized faces. Now children are taught to interact through screens since day 1
Perhaps we will one day return to schools, perhaps we will isolate and decentralize learning and office work forever. But change is inevitable. Soon a nation of social autists will be raised to stare at their phones constantly, cringing and stammering when faced with eye contact.
Yet these very same socially incompetent technoferal children will process information and communicate at high velocity, upgrading syntax rapidly, developing entire industries built around sedentary electronic life. But they cannot do it alone. There will still be the real world.
This is where you come in. You, the statistically 19 to 27 year old reading my posts. You the millennial. You the zoomer. You, the daywalker. The one foot in knowing how to hold a basic conversation even if you're awkward. The other foot in an electronic rapidly changing world.
You will be the one who gets paid an exorbitant amount to message a hypersimplified partial code language some half grub man who's had a VR headset bolted into face and has never known the smile of a woman. An empty shell who shits in, fucks, and eats out of tubes. And he's rich.
You will be the one who shakes hands with and holds pointless pleasant small talk with octogenarian boomers and aging Gen-Xers, taking their platitudes and requests and converting them into cyber metaphors that a plugged in wirehead race can understand. And you'll charge hourly.
Over time you will watch as the unitiated die off. The last people to understand what true freedom feels like. The benefactors of the peak of human prosperity. As their lives pass, so will their systems, some Industrial Revolution products, some ancient human activities. All dust
As this happens you will most likely have to join your clients, fully plugged in to utilize basic utilities or be a part of society. Some of you may opt out and live in commutes on whatever is left of nature. Many of you will plug in and long for the days when the wind was real.
