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I recently read a post from a computer programmer who used to sell code on the net.
He said it was a good experience in gauging how humans might react when they obtained everything they ever wanted. His watching the creation of a virtual utopia gave him the insight to say,
“Once everyone had unlimited virtual money and such, most of the players just wanted simulated sex and things of that nature.”
He said, “I tend to think that real life might be the same, get everything you want, and then you’ll just revert back to your base instincts…”
My question is, “Sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll… is that our base instincts?”
I mean. Sex is great, right?
If you’re lucky enough to have ‘unsimulated relations’ it’s the epitome of life. Best experience ever: a temporary feeling of heaven and ecstasy.
But right afterward, in the words of Sylvester Stallone as Demolition Man, “It leads to kids, smoking, and a desire to raid the fridge.”
All the things that genuinely begin killing us.
My argument is: Aren’t those desires really just parts of the whole experience that we’re lost in?
If yes, then what really are our base instincts?
What if say, we satisfied or eradicated the desire for sex and satisfaction and the immediate following desire for self-destruction?
I’m not saying that having kids is self-destructive… but hey, look at our planet.
Only kidding… no pun intended.
But, what would be left?
Sensors left untickled? Feelers unelongated? No reaching fingers? No sense for more? Desire snuffed? Silence? Peace?
Then what would sex be without a desire for it?
Replication without the sense of victory?
Strange to think of it that way.
As simple organisms, we replicated and produced to further our advantages to survive the environment. Pushed out into the future the best…
