The Kurzweilian Dilemma.
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It's 3729.
You're in the future. It's all like we dreamed. You can access the internet directly, without monitor or keyboard. You bond with it.
You live in a beautifully built city, with about 2 million other residents. It's on Venus. You have never seen war, but studied such things when you were in school. You have lived here all your life.
You have a car, you have an apartment. 401k, a degree in something, a good job. You're in high school, middle school, college. You practice martial arts, or you take ballet lessons on fridays, you go to the movies with your friends often, or you are a spendthrift. You are have strong political views - even in lacking any. You kind of like pets. You're lazy. You're an A-type. You've had the world handed to you since day one, and never looked back. You don't look up when on the sidewalk. Or maybe you've been doing that all your life. You are as unique as everyone else. Your style of dress is not special.
You have little real identity in short. You could be anything, but you will realize that you are boring. You have hardly lacked for needs. You are anybody on the street, because everybody is anybody. All attempts to stand out are irrelevant and provide only temporary means of satisfactory self-expression.
Your job is fun, your school is wonderful. Your life is great, you have said, and so you have always assumed.
2 hours from now you are going to meet someone who will probably turn your world upside down.
And everything is going to change.
