The End of Everything

How many people are going to die? Because they are going to die, aren’t they?

Why do you think that?

People are kept busy with useless jobs for now, right. Doing useless things, which everyone knows are useless. But that game will be up soon, won’t it? It’ll all be shown in its essential uselessness.

What?

The whole economy. Everything. Which is why they’re already asking what the uses of the useless are? How long they can keep us occupied with games and Netflix … Before they just decide to kill us off.

 

So how are you going to resist? Make your last stand? Be, like, extra useless? Win we organisational managers over to your cause?

 

How come I haven’t heard anything of these plans?

Maybe you’re not high enough up.

My husband would know them, if they were really happening.

They keep everything compartmentalised, that’s the thing.

 

This is, like, the end of everything. The end of humanity. They’ll change our genes. The genes will be patented and owned by mega corporations.

You’re mad.

And what will the humanities be about then, where there is no homo sapiens anymore? When we’re all transhumanised, or whatever? If we’ve not been transhumanised already …

 

Do you believe all this stuff?

I believe … the humanities are totally programmed. There’s only philosophy left. And only European philosophy within philosophy. And only some European philosophers. Us, really. Only the non-careerists. Only the really stupid, useless ones. Only us fuck-ups.

So the whole humanities rides on you? How unfortunate.

 

They’ll cull nine-tenths of humanity. More, maybe. Blame it on some plague. Then they’ll bring as many people as they can fit on the Organisational Management campus. Those who’ve been selected for obedience. For being useful to the Man. Just enough of us to serve his needs. As will be useful in the coming technocracy.