Am I any better today than I would have been had I no simultaneous access to notebook PC with second monitor and Internet connection, portable phone connected landline with Caller ID, and mobile smartphone with Internet connection and variety of apps?
These devices feed my brain’s wiring more than the rest of my body — I can’t eat the phone(s) or computer very easily and wouldn’t get much nutrition if I could.
These devices help generate income for myself and those with whom I communicate.
Income, or labour/investment credit, buys us opportunities.
Now that we have virtual communities with virtual money, what do we do with our virtual opportunities?
The perpetrators and victims of cyberwar don’t care about gender or sexual preference.
This notebook PC doesn’t know if I’m a cybernetic organism typing on the keyboard.
As always, the tree outside has no idea what any of this means, breathing in the air and soaking up the nutrients that we share with it in our planetary ecosystem.
If a bunch of people sat together with robots and remotely operated mining gear on this planet, the Moon, Mars or an asteroid, how do we profit?
What is the value of friendship between us, in other words?
How much material on the International Space Station is never used?
How much material on a remote mining outpost is no longer usable?
Hundreds of millions, billions, of dollars represent the investment in space probes that no longer work on the surface of the Moon and Mars.
A single drop of an astronaut’s urine has intrinsic value, does it not, its investment in research, development, training, maintenance and nutrition worth more than its weight in gold?
What is a single drop of your blood worth to society?
What is it worth to you?