The Synthetic Age: Welcome to the Genocide

The gentle, gradual genocide, in which you are having fun until the fun runs out.

Despite the gravity of the subject and the sadness that I feel about the world we are in, I want to start this story with a joke. The joke is about a guy with an obsessive compulsive disorder. He is so OCD that every time he needs to leave the house, he spends an hour checking the faucets, and the stove, and the doors, and, then once he leaves the house, he keeps thinking that maybe he has left something on, and now the house is either flooded, or on fire, or thieves have broken in, etc.

And so he goes to a psychiatrist, and the psychiatrist gives him pills, which he starts taking enthusiastically. And so next time he sees the psychiatrist, the psychiatrist asks him how he is feeling, and he says, “Oh doc, I am doing great!! You know after you gave me those pills, I stopped worrying completely. And  so the next day, I left the house without checking, and so I left the stove on, and the doors open, so when I came back, the house had burned down and all my things were gone, but you know …