States of Change Chapter 41: Treasure (Montana)

 

States of Change is an ongoing work of serial fiction.

The speculative story-line seeks to inspire thought on ethics, culture and our planet's future.

The year is 2076, decades after Oosa's defederalization. 

Fifty independent States have forged unique societies from 

revolutionary technology and ideology

"Straight beats three of a kind. That's another hundred Tanas for the homestead!"

"Ok, Silva, let's see if your luck holds for another hand!"

"Sorry, Rattler, as much as I'd like to spend all night with your rugged sense of humor, I have a server farm to oversee in the AM. Cash me out to the cloud, Dealer Pete."

"Yes ma'am. Account synching with the house. Would you like to add a donation to the wildlands conservancy?"

"Now why would I do a thing like that, Dealer Pete. I earned me my winnings. Your establishment got its scrape. If the wild places were worth anything they'd be built into the distributed economy."

"Well, Silva, I'm only an AI construct, but some say the wilderness has external value that the economy doesn't account for. I've integrated the donation protocol in compliance with all of the Liberated Montana Manifesto. No hidden taxes or fees, no mandatory service charges, and only optional donations and gratuities."

"Damn construct thinks it knows how people's business works. We ended all that Oosa big government "save nature" bull shit back at the Inflection."

"C'mon Silva, Pete's just trying to create a good atmosphere here. We got a good view of the valley here, good brew and occasionally a poker game that runs til midnight. Pete just likes his guests to expand their horizon a bit, being that he enjoys the real world, second hand, through our eyes."

"Thanks, for that Rattler. It's ironic that too many humans don't appreciate the world we all exist in."

"You wanna support the wilderness, Loser Man, you go ahead and give the AI a tip. I'm barely making ends meet with ten thousand servers mining crypto 24/7. You know how many tech cowboys I need to pay to ensure we're on top of the Tana algorithm...too many!"

"As you like it, Silva. Pete, put ten Tanas on the top of my bill. Use it for the wilderness fund or to pay the lights in your gambling house, as you see fit."

"Thanks, Rattler...and goodnight Silva. Hope to see you at next weeks tournament."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world!"

Elli's Story

Arf, arf, everyone! 

My name is Elli and I am just loving life!  You see, I am a very special dog, part Yorkie, part Terrier, who escaped from my original human caretakers. The truth is I just love to chase rabbits and once, given the opportunity, I escaped from them to live as a stray for several weeks in southern Florida. My encounters with alligators, pythons and Florida panthers will go untold.

Thankfully, with the help of the St. Lucie Humane Society I was rescued, provided safe haven and given a second chance to have a human family. My current caretakers, Judy and Woody, both in their eighties, adopted me in October of 2023.  They both love dogs, especially smaller ones like me and boy, do they have lots of experience loving little dogs, even if they misbehave on occasion. Of course, I never cause any problems.

So, apparently, one of their previous little dogs, Ladybug, was a huggable muttly that also liked to run unsupervised outside. Over the course of their eighteen year relationship, both Judy and Woody became well versed at keeping their dog safe inside. Now they are using their skills to manage my flighty nature. 

Their last dog, Lexi, was a bit plump, so rest assured the food plan here is just short of a cruise buffet. More importantly, I heard when Lexi came down with bone cancer the caring family love just shot off the charts, so I know I've found the family right for me!

Yes, my human family is a little bit older and indeed I gave them a little bit of a challenge getting housebroken at first. I even snuck outside a few times to chase those wily, wild rabbits but only because they want me to come out and play. Rest assured I always come home, even if it's a couple hours later. 

You see, the real reason I feel like a special doggie isn't because I'm spoiled with toys and treats or because I'm cuddled with joyful abandon. I feel special because I get to add my love to the family circle. I just love giving my humans a reason to get outside and exercise or simply being present to make our house in Hobe Sound a loving home.  

Natural (&) Humanity

the journey ongoing

It's been nearly 10 years since I scribbed my thoughts on the relationship between human and nature. It's a worthy reflection. Check out the short essay here: Human (&) Nature.

Natural and artificial can seem like opposites, alas where does one draw the line between the two. Humans were spawned by nature and we've come up with some creative "artificial" solutions: tools, protocols, culture, fictional stories, and ever improving intelligent systems that operate more less independently from our control. 

Frankly, many of homo sapiens' creative cousins have leveraged their skills to create tools, protocols, and culture. Perhaps, the only thing keeping other species from rising to challenge humanity's planetary hegemony, it's their inability to effectively communicate complex ideas across generations. If the birds ever gain tree notch codes or octopuses modular digital storage, the human super powers better watch out.

Nevertheless, humanity has its roots in natural origins. Evolution by natural selection is nature's protocol for sharing information forward. It relies on reproductive profligacy. The genes within the DNA of all Earth life are complex and in sufficient numbers have found solutions sufficient to iterate morphology across millennia. Still, DNA mutation and invoked fitness over time are simply analogous to the angle of repose, in which given the physical laws in play a self-ordering complexity emerges. 

That complexity will undulate over time. Look forward four to five billion years and our whole solar system will be a stellar nova unlikely to support life as we know it. Humanity itself may very well perish in spite of its highly adaptive skills. It seems quite likely we will push numerous other species over the cliff of extinction as our tribal nature sends much of this planet's balance spinning out of control.

With a deep sigh, any one of us as individuals can feel powerless to help return balance to the midterm future. Certainly, we can contemplate ethical stances or blindly pick one that our elders have passed down in writing. Our planet is a connected ecosystem that has shown no sign of supernatural gods or powerful extraterrestrials coming to our rescue. Sadly, humanity seems to have a natural tendency away from unified action. We are the proverbial unherdable collection of cats.

So can humanity find its natural place and prevent implosion, explosion, or simple deterioration? Only time will tell, and though it is not very satisfying, that will be the natural order of things (not good or evil, but indifferently natural), for in hindsight what has happened is the evidence at core of what is. What has yet to happen in our world, on the other hand, begins with what each of us (all sentient creatures included) does now combined with everything else that is happening (motion, forces, matter, et al) around us.

States of Change Chapter 40: Mount Rushmore (South Dakota)

 

States of Change is an ongoing work of serial fiction.

The speculative story-line seeks to inspire thought on ethics, culture and our planet's future.

The year is 2076, decades after Oosa's defederalization. 

Fifty independent States have forged unique societies from 

revolutionary technology and ideology

"Protocol polar bear sandwich!"

Pickleball drone alpha arced behind Crooks in a deft swoop. Terry's spin slam was vicious, but Crooks was able to deflect it upward enabling his alpha drone to meteor a kill shot that pulled Terry's drone far back in the court for the save resulting in a high lob back to Crooks. Terry compensated by shifting to midcourt, but before the drone could recover Crooks sent the graphene pickleball sailing to the corner out of reach of both Terry and his drone.

"Polar bear sandwich. What kind of protocol label is that, Crooks?"  Terry's cardinal scalp tufts   were matted from the last two hours of gameplay, but his normally gentle demeanor had finally cracked.

"Standard drone shuttle pass shift. Though I must admit the name itself was designed to get your metaphoric goat. You vegans are so thin skinned."

"Well come on. You're a conservation freak too. The polar bear extinction is a soft spot for anyone who is concerned about global ecosystems."

The two twenty-somethings approached the net, each dousing their thirst with chilled water from drink spheres.

"The extinction is a ruse, I tell you. The WALDEN report is meant to keep us down and focused for confinement. Post Oosa has been a boon for wildlife everywhere in the state. Just look at the comeback of bears down by Rapid City."

The pickleball drones dropped in parallel to the charging posts at either end of the net. Their deflector shields swiveling to their apex to permit electrical contact.

"Well, that's because we stopped hunting them, and gave them a bit more space. Until WALDEN came along the slaughter of wildlife was out of control. Oosa and corporate globalism be damned."

Crooks laughed with a wise-cracking snort to punctuate her words.

"Not arguing with you, Terr. In fact, there are two verified brown bear sightings up north in the Black Hills. That sounds like a win to me."

"Really, you'll have to send me the feed...with citations please."

The two friends, pickleball gear in tow walk toward the waiting public shuttle. Mount Rushmore glints in the distance, four adjacent solar panel pyramids that power the entire northwest.  It's unlikely anyone in South Dakota nowadays could name the Oosa fab four. 

History moves forward.