MANIFESTO
Robin Morrison has pursued life like a senile butterfly enthusiast, rushing off without so much as a net, always feeling he's left something behind; for example, the memory of where he came from before he emerged to mate and some day die.
He is old and unwise. His sword arm is shot, and he agrees with the authorities that there's nothing like a good blaster at your side and stomping on anything that still writhes. He calls this 'writing'.
"Writing protects me from reality," he said. "Readers protect me from my creditors.
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You know he's gone, right?
Canada eagerly looking forward to profiting from the military development of new mind-bending techniques that target peoples' cognitive abilities. We are now happily in process of bringing about the very worst dystopian futures that SF writers were able to dream up. And we have to do it posthaste otherwise our "enemies" will get the jump on us.
https://thegrayzone.com/2021/10/08/nato-cognitive-warfare-brain/
I am getting downright discouraged about mankind's future prospects.
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