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#209
In 1983, a cognitive psychologist named Lisanne Bainbridge published a four-page paper in an engineering journal that almost nobody outside her field has ever read. It concerned the automation of industrial processes: nuclear plants, chemical refineries, flight decks. Its tone was measured, almost dry but it would prove to be unerringly prophetic for the predicament we now find ourselves in. - Carl Hendrick
People: Hollywood gigs drying up — actors now playing fake patients in real hospitals. Buying the island you live on. Possibilities litteracy.
Office: Sundays are the new Mondays: 5% of US white-collar workers now log on weekends, averaging 5.5 hours. 275 distractions per day in the office — an interruption every two minutes. Only 32% of leaders implement change on time; 79% of employees don’t trust their org to change at all.
Planet: The solar supercycle: at 3¢/kWh, desalination stops being a luxury. Some roots.
Foresight: Four scenarios for the future of smart rings. Swarm biotactics. Embryo scoring. Researchers who can engineer your dreams. PokemonGo outsourcing, ofc.
Random: Censored words finding refuge inside Minecraft. Are reading rooms the new clubs? Gen Z “corporate girlies” taking over TikTok. The pleasures of poor product design.
AI: Brain fry. Intensification of work. Ironies of automation.
Roots of Rebellion
The office complex of NexusCorp sprawled like a forgotten land of postmodern misery, crammed beneath an inclement sky that threatened rain like a moody teenager with a tendency for melodrama. Inside, employees were diligently working the infamous ‘996 schedule’, a phenomenon aptly named for its debilitating effect on mental health and social life, akin to a treadmill that only sped up as one tried to step off it.*^1
In a soft corner of this workplace jungle, a lone employee, Jamie—who could have been anyone, really—sat still amidst his virtual colleagues, fiddling with a device called the ‘Brain Optimizator 2000’. It was a rather unholy mix of a smartphone and an AI, designed to enhance productivity through motivational memes and occasional existential crises. “Manage your distractions,” it chirped, “or at least pretend to!” Jamie sighed; he was sure that the AI had a sense of humor rivaled only by the office printer’s stubbornness.
Meanwhile, across the ocean, the Scottish isle of Eigg had undergone a metamorphosis that placed NexusCorp’s dreary offices on a different plane of existence. The community had wrested control from the clutches of apathetic landlords, morphing their island into a flourishing hub of sustainable energy and shared resources, proving once and for all that local governance, like a sturdy root system, could nurture robust growth.*^2 This would have made Jamie’s head spin if such thoughts weren’t pushed aside by looming deadlines.
As he Instagrammed his sorrowful sandwich snack while contemplating life choices from behind a screen, the discomfort of his predicament surfaced like weeds through concrete: Were these late nights and endless emails enriching his life or merely enriching a company that neither knew nor cared about him? Back on Eigg, every decision seemed alive with purpose, unlike his reality which felt akin to making bread without leaving the bag of flour.*^3
Suddenly, a ping from his Brain Optimizator shattered the mundane silence. “Weak signal detected!” it chirped, displaying a random article about how delivery robots powered by Pokémon Go data were revolutionizing urban logistics—and who would have thought that influencers and robots would join forces? “Ah, the world has gone mad,” Jamie chuckled, imagining a future where delivery drones argued over the best pizza toppings.*^4
But it was the footnote that caught his attention, a casual suggestion that the world seen through a gaming lens might support real-world solutions—a metaphorical root structure for society! No corporate overlord would rationalize finding new perspectives like that. Could one draw lines from virtual imaginations to real-world applications? If those artificial intelligence tools could reframe education, maybe they could also reframe corporate life into something less Sisyphean.*^5
As Jamie wrestled with the philosophical implications of joy and fulfillment, pondering how many minutes he’d spent toggling between boredom and hype, he resolved that if he needed to hustle, perhaps he should hustle towards creating rather than consuming. He cast aside his social media temptations and darted to the balcony, eyes scanning the restive horizon. If Eigg could flourish through collectivity, so too could an individual break free from the chains of ‘always-on’ culture.*^6
Deciding his own roots were far more potent than the invisible ones of a neglected plant, Jamie began to spin ideas like a sun weaving strands of solar energy into a bright future. It was in this pause, amidst flickers of doubt and dreams, that he locked eyes with the rainy skyline, imagining a new narrative where he could trade wavelengths of muted despair for colorful beams of potential.
And so, in his determined quirkiness, Jamie became the architect of his own future, ready to rewrite the rules of engagement in both life and work, launching himself into the unknown with the enthusiasm of an untried video game character leaping into a pixelated chaos. Who knew what a day could bring if one merely dared to poke a hole into the mundane? Maybe, just maybe, a revolution of roots was sprouting, and he was ready to dig in.*
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*Footnotes for the Curious:
1. Seriously, why would anyone call it ‘996’? Sounds too much like a sock size for giants.
2. If only they could bottle that community spirit and market it. “Eigg: Now Available in Liquid Form!”
3. Next time you think fasting is for health reasons—as if! Try being stuck at an office with microwave popcorn as your only sustenance.
4. Maybe they should develop a ‘Dine-emon’ service: your food arrives with animated singing.
5. Note to self: consider writing “How to Turn Existential Dread into Productivity” in my spare time.
6. Here’s hoping those office vibes come with Wi-Fi!