To: Grainne who wrote (22871 ) 6/12/1998 2:09:00 PM From: Jacques Chitte Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 108807
No, I didn't say you argued it. Have you heard some of that discussion however? It's very amusing. I think that best evidence shows that early man was an omnivore - hunter, root muncher and even sometime scavenger. What can be more important than protecting the biosphere? I can think of just one thing. Protecting our children. I suspect that's where a lot of FT's vision originates. He's quite willing to write Earth off and head out. Who knows - his plan may work in some modified form. Me, I'm greedy. I want both . And I think there is an optimum, a balance, that allows me to have my biosphere and live in it too. Part of my my my vision relies on steady increments in technology. Nothing magic, just good sound biotech and structural engineering. Cars give me great hope in that regard. In forty years they've become fater, safer, cleaner. More reliable (but not fixable at home, sigh). The other part of my vision relies on placing cautionary valuations on wild land. Rain forest, wetland, desert, open sea. Taxing users of that resource is fair game imho. Naturally a balance needs to be struck between the rights of ranchers, miners, loggers, tuna fishers... and the rights of Greenpeacers to expect to have an Everglade or two to show their grandkids. So - to me the mission is to respect the idea that we are capable of wearing out the rain forest or the ozone layer or the bluewater fish populations. And set appropriate laws. The other is to give industry enough of a free hand to design the new wundercrop or to build an even cleaner Chevy Suburban or to do gawdknowswhut with direct-neural-implant porn. :-D It'll be a long, strange trip, but I don't think we have to voluntarily stop eating&screwing in order to save the world. One thousand years from now. A blunt silver cone detaches from a great set of nested wheels in 2000 mile orbit. Silently it sheds velocity, bites atmosphere, then comes to a landing on the roof of a vast truncated octahedron. 300 tourists debark and stare at the archetypal silhouette of Kilimanjaro. A child turns - a microservo actuates on her optic nerve - she zooms in on a speck ten miles away in the shimmering savanna. Suddenly she's at the forefeet of a giraffe. She links to the homenet, finds the right address and asks, "Mamma, wha'ts that?" The giraffe looks at her simulacrum briefly, decides she's neither food nor predator, and lopes lazily into the sun.