Dexterity.

Mental sets blown away by multitasking.

Scissors.

Chirping phone.

Forest.

Finetuning the filter in realtime to let information in and keep noise out.

While you pretend to know what it’s all about, operations continue.

Deprogramming the nurtured labels – vocabularies, images, sensation memories – to forget one’s place.

Drifting past caring.

Observing without reasoning.

More than intelligence.

Less catchy than synergy.

Not mind control.

Unable to model the indescribable states of energylike conditions that barely interact between this universe and the ones that intertwine fully and partially with it.

The benefactor.

The patron.

We know only death.

The rest is faith in conjecture.

To lose oneself in a relationship with one/many or in death.

The self is faith in conjecture.

Running on with no interruption of the joy of self.

Trudging along with no relief of the burden of self.

Neither the left hand nor the right hand can think for the other.

But they can feel.

Finding chinks in international armour.

NatGeo making one feel inadequate in one’s less adventurous, more careful middle age, one’s awkward youth gone.

How do people gathered at the Lowe Mill tornado relief concert make a living?

When will the first firefly appear?

The slow pace of change excruciatingly boring as one eventually achieves a tiny subtask of a billions years-old goal.

Would you give your all to plant a virtual flag in the form of a slime mold on an intergalactic asteroid thousands of years after you’re gone, hoping it will thrive in the name of Earth?

Could you conceive a goal millions of years to accomplish?

What body temperature does a cicada need to fly/sing? Is it old enough to drive?

The Committee breeds subcultures for variety, letting chaos and randomness add flavour to the game of civilisation building, no one subculture better than the rest.

Putting them to the test.

Which one increases the chance of expanding Earth’s influence?

Which ones lose their way and have to be destroyed, causing temporary setbacks in the deadline dates we’d set?

Would you willingly turn your cruise around the Moon into a working vacation?

Unfortunately, we’ll have to sacrifice millions upon millions of us soon in the mass production/consumption cycle of perpetuating selfish subcultures.

Our species is our species, frequently generating lost individuals and groups after passing the survival stage.

Our last goal was to reach the global youth and inspire a species-wide appreciation for our shared future, respecting the best of our subcultures while helping each other clear out the worst.

Not easy but it’s been happening for a long time now.

Next is getting the youth to convince their elders that some traditions are incompatible with a globally-connected life.

We want to promote the subcultures that’ve thrived without resorting to making up false denigrating lies about other subcultures, but we leave the exact methods up to you, knowing competitiveness brings out the best cooperation.

Talk about it some more. We’d like to hear how you’ve accomplished this task already.

Great ideas often rise out of the ashes of an extinct subculture, no matter how abhorrent it might have been.