The Transhuman Roots of the Metaverse – by Joe Allen

As the name implies, the goal of transhumanism is to transform human beings into superbots through technology. Like all delusional ideas, the end result will be disastrous. Ray Kurzweil, the Google-sanctioned prophet of this techno-cult, predicts that by 2045 (or 2049, or whatever) our souls will exist in a liminal state between the physical and digital worlds.

Right on cue, the Metaverse arrived to fulfill yet another of his dismal prophecies.

The Singularity will represent the culmination of the merger of our biological thinking and existence with our technology, he foretold in his 2005 scripture The Singularity is Near. There will be no distinction, post-Singularity, between human and machine or between physical and virtual reality. ... [O]ur experiences will increasingly take place in virtual environments. In virtual reality, we can be a different person both physically and emotionally. In fact, other people (such as your romantic partner) will be able to select a different body for you than you might select for yourself (and vice versa).

More sober voices in the transhumanist movement approach Kurzweils predictions with caution. The same goes for futurists who avoid the trans- moniker altogether. Despite those reservations, theyre all facing the same direction. One way or another, were gonna fuse with machines.

VR isn't simply a new form of media; it sweeps away the barriers of all previous forms, Wired editor Peter Rubin evangelized in his 2018 book Future Presence. [W]e have the ability to become the artto be part of a world, even to be a character. [I]t promises to upend every industry you can name.

The Metaverse couldnt have come at a better time. As real-life droids take over decent jobs, unemployed schmoes can shoot at robots in virtual reality. A population lost in digital hallucinations doesnt need brain implants or drugs to keep them pacified. If the VR realm is fun enough, people will keep themselves on lockdown.

Clawing for ZuckerBucks

Ever since Facebook staked its claim on the Metaverse last month, dozens of tech companies have tossed their brainscan helmets in the ring. As I wrote last summer, and reiterated last month, this craze is not a one-off.

Microsoft is now hyping its own virtual workspace. Roblox is enticing the youth with advanced virtual reality games. Reddits KarmaLab is coaching companies to thrive in meta-space. Nvidia is offering up custom avatars. Companies like The Sandbox are selling virtual real estate as NFTs.

All across Asia, virtual influencerscomputer-generated popstars whom fans treat like peopleare preparing to take the Metaverse stage. Even the Chinese tech firm Tencent wants in, pending CCP approval. Wall Street investors are pouring gazillions into this lunacy. Big capital ensures its development in some form or another, however corny it turns out to be.

For those who enter the Metaverse through high-end equipment, I have no doubt the experience will be thrilling. There will be fantastic adventures in alien environments, epic battles as robots or wizards, and whole battalions of gametes lost to first-person 360 porn.

That thrill is the first major problem. After decades of goofy graphics and simulation sickness, VR is now officially awesome. Just as LSD molecules will slide right into your serotonin receptors, easy as you please, the new head-mounted displays trick the brain into experiencing a virtual world as if it were real. VR fans call this state presence.

Stereoscopic screens and precision headphones create the illusion of depth. Because these visual and audio fields track with your physical bodys motiondetected by external cameras and synced with onboard gyroscopes and accelerometersyou become embodied in the VR experience. Add a fully motorized artificial vagina, and there goes your weekend. Fast-forward a decade or three, and there goes a future generation.

Given VR's mind-bending capacity to elicit emotional reactions with a simulation, intimacy can be found with a program or a recording. Rubin exults in Future Presence, [T]he emotional, cognitive, and psychological reactions we have in virtual worlds promise to change us in some fundamental ways.

The second problem, which will afflict millions, is a chronic disassociation from ones body and culture. Kissing an actual woman may be scary at first, but its certainly worth the risks and fumbles. It just takes a little practice. The same is true of brawling, mountaineering, or climbing a vaulting steel structure. These sorts of rough-and-tumble pastimes turn boys into men. But you have to get physical.

On the other end, girls have their own rites of passagedeeply embodiedthat transform them into mature women. In a compassionate society, sissies and tomboys also have their roles to grow into.

In the shadow of a global Metaverse, crowded with fake personas to inhabit, these organic identities can easily be wiped away.

To the extent augmented and virtual reality become a primary mode of experienceand thats definitely the planthe Metaverse will leave young people atrophied and unprepared to confront the real world head-on. VR creators and ad-men know that, of course, but detachment from reality isnt just part of their business model. Its a religious conviction.

Inside the Transhuman Mind

Of all the weird quirks Ray Kurzweil exhibitsand were talking about a long listhis fetish for becoming a woman in virtual reality is at the top. Back in 2001, he appeared onscreen at a TED Talk as Ramona, an electronic trollop who sings and dances. While Kurzweil performed Jefferson Airplanes White Rabbit (as Ray onstage, as Ramona onscreen), his teenage daughter boogied in the background as a digital dude.

The experience was a profound and moving one for me, he recounted in The Singularity Is Near. When I looked in the cybermirror...I saw myself as Ramona rather than the person I usually see in the mirror. I experienced the emotional forceand not just the intellectual ideaof transforming myself into someone else.

Five years later, he did a spot on C-SPAN as his alter-ego. Speaking in a Southern drawl, Ramona lamented that, unlike Ray, her ex-boyfriends had killed off the diverse personalities bubbling up in their brains.

Kurzweil looks forward to the Singularity, some two and a half decades away, when people are finally liberated from their birth bodies to take on a rainbow of immortal avatars. This will occur in virtual space, he believes, but also out in the real world through pills, injections, bionic implants, blood-borne nanobots, and other perverse technologies.

This gender-bending, borderline schizophrenic desire is a hallmark of the techno-cult. In his (her?) 2013 essay Transavatars, William Sims Bainbridge wrote:

True transhumanism does seek to enable each of us to alter and improve (by our own standards) the human body and champions morphological freedom [including to] be able to inhabit different bodies, including virtual bodies.... Avatars point out to us that enhancement is not merely a matter of increasing the effectiveness of a person in taking action, but also can mean an altered form of consciousness that expands opportunities for experiences, and escape from the conventional system of moral restraints.

When God is dead, everything is permitted and may be free to download. In 2015, the stoned prodigy R.U. Sirius drew back the curtain on this loosey-goosey mindset in Transcendence: The Disinformation Encyclopedia of Transhumanism and the Singularity:

As we move into an age of shifting identities, where we can be whatever or whoever we choose to be in our virtual lives, where biotechnology may soon offer changes in skin melanin bringing about the age of the trans-racial, as people start to evolve novel body ornamentations and eventually parts, as we learn how to control our hormones to amp up our estrogen or testosterone to suit the needs of the day, we should always remember to thank the transgendered.

Which brings us to an absurd article just published in the once-respectable MIT Technology Review. The author frets that women will be self-conscious about their pudgy avatars in the Metaverse. On the other hand, a virtual environment could allow a chick who identifies as a fat, gay, pre-medical transition trans man to find validation.

For me, the joy of seeing myself represented accurately would mean that I am not the only person who believes my existence is valid, he says. It means a team of developers also see the potential of me existing, as I look, as a man.

As if PC speech codes and expensive medical procedures werent enough, soon well have a vast electronic infrastructure to coddle delusional minds. You can be certain that, just as social media and 24/7 screen time induces teen gender dysphoria, the madhouse of the Metaverse will extend identity crises to cartoon teddy bears and polymorphic aliens.

Yes, the miracles of technology allow for infinite possibilities. But at least half of them suck.

Artificial Bodies With No Soul

Virtual reality is just another jewel on the crown of King Crazy. It allows people to forget who they are and where they come from.

Unlike great films or fine literature, which trigger memory and help interpret the real world, VR offers a universe unto itselfone devoid of sentience and soul. Those who get lost in this lifeless abyss will have no idea where theyre going, out in reality, and no means to control their lives beyond the imaginary powers theyve been sold.

As with most delusional states, their madness will seem to have no consequence at first. Itll be hidden behind plastic goggles and closed doors. Normal people can look the other way and hum right along, as they did with the race riots, opioid addictions, smartphone schizoids, and toddlers in dresses. But as more and more vulnerable souls retreat into immersive worlds, losing themselves in preposterous scenarios behind phony digital masks, their minds will become unglued. Real relationships will dissolve. Eventually, reality will come crashing in.

By that time, everyone who invested in the Metaverse will have made their millions. With any luck, well have mortuary bots to sweep up the wreckage. Then none of us will have to go outside and get our hands dirty.

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