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Go Ahead & Change Bodies; Just Remember To Take Your Soma

The following story was written by Reddit user ehwut in /r/blastfromthefuture, and is being distributed here with permission. Lightly edited for this venue. You may notice that the style slips in and out of newsiness — I must chasten you to remember that the journalistic habits of 2064 will differ from our own.


Pamela Greensbury is a member of a human group once thought extinct: a stay-at-home mother. Whenever her friends brag about their accomplishments since the introduction of Kindercryo chambers, Pam feels horrified. “I keep thinking, what happened to a normal childhood? Watching cartoons, playing in the yard, going to school? Today, kids learn everything in their dreams. They miss out on so much.”

Pam’s objections echo the headlines we were accustomed to back when decades-old VR academy brands were first becoming household names. Her peer group regards her as the economic equivalent of lifelong lunar pioneers wobbling and fumbling under full Earth gravity. Pam told me, “No one remembers the work that a full-time live household requires. For choosing a traditional path, I was nearly isolated, and became a kind of quaint thing kept around for decorum.” She says that she has few friends.

Photo of Navajo children playing from the US National Archives.

Photo from the US National Archives.

We seldom hear their stories, but mothers who share Pam’s frustration with our twenty-four-hour work culture are more commonplace than we may think. Last year, the SomaCo plant strikes across New Jersey were mostly led by women who professed to be frustrated with being denied their natural range of emotion. In Beijing there are rumors of armed revolt by couples who demand a right to private intimacy as a matter of humanist faith. Have we tread down a path our species was never meant to go?

Doctor Rowan Johnson of the Center for Economic Culture may have the answer. “We tend to forget the struggles of the past once they’re over with. At one time, women couldn’t vote, men were expected to solely shoulder the bloody cost of war, and parents had to maintain nearly endless reserves of energy and discipline to raise their children in person. Kids played, yes, but they also got hurt. There were vaccination objectors, cultural battles between the genders, epidemics of abuse in various forms, and totally out-of-control rates of anxiety disorders.”

“Now, we are free to pursue our goals. We contribute to society every waking moment, our children are safe, and yet women object to the loss of their motherhood role. Men feel displaced in a culture that no longer provides them with any gender-specific role expectations. We may not always see the resentment there, bubbling beneath the surface of our collective social consciousness, but it is very real. National mood regulation has failed to correct this. We might as well face the truth — the alternative seems to be a return to the old days of social calamity.”

Perhaps no longer. Doctor Johnson has worked for thirteen years to perfect what his research team calls the ultimate solution for personal freedom. Through a combination of applications of nanomolecular manufacturing, gene therapy, and a minimal number of implant procedures, volunteer subjects have been gifted with the ability to take total moment-to-moment control of their physical identities. A simple interface allows users to change their gender, fine-tune their physical attributes, and even (despite much controversy) change their race.

“This is the true end of the gender divide.” Doctor Johnson beamed as he showed off a set, which the FDA is expected to rubber-stamp this December. “We can revert to the old way of doing things without disadvantage, due to attributes previously beyond our control. If our work reaches the mainstream, then matters of old contention such as equality and social injustice can be mitigated with the touch of an icon. Does somebody think they’ll be discriminated against for their gender? Then they can take on the appearance of the opposite gender for work and go back to their natural looks when they get home. Is there evidence of disproportionate law enforcement? Then adopt the characteristics of the privileged race while in public. Never before has the individual had such power to overcome social obstacles.”

Photo of a protest marcher from the US National Archives.

Photo from the US National Archives.

But not everyone is convinced. Pamela Greensbury seems like a natural fit to advocate for this solution, which might draw people back into the physical world, but her testimony before the Senate Human Augmentation and Enhancement Committee proves otherwise. “We cannot sacrifice our individuality and diversity to save ourselves from ourselves. We will only adopt new problems! What happens to private relationships when the people you meet in public aren’t who you think they are? What will the psychological effects be when people feel forced to hide their race or gender in order to succeed? We’ve gone too far down a dangerous road already by sacrificing our nature to eliminate problems. Hiding from those problems is no solution either.”

Doctor Johnson was reached briefly for comment. He sighed and said, “Take away the root of these problems, and somebody complains. Give people the tools to mitigate discrimination with the freedom to live however they want at home, and somebody complains. Let people figure it all out for themselves, and somebody complains. Solve problems through regulations, and somebody complains. Anybody who doesn’t like our work doesn’t have to use it.”

It’s too soon to guess whether we’ll see a new kind of diversity or just continue as usual. The market will be the ultimate test. In the meantime, we may be wise to question those who stand in the way of progress. On her way out of the Senate chambers, Pamela Greensbury was arrested for mood regulation noncompliance. A spittle test administered by security at the entrance to the building proved that not only has she not taken her soma in recent months, but she has never been treated. CPS is investigating allegations of neglect, but has not commented on whether her children’s mood regulation needs were being fulfilled.


Once again, I encourage you to join the subreddit and upvote ehwut’s story. Thanks to fellow Redditor and sub moderator mofosyne for directing me to this piece.

A Taste For Dystopian Imaginings

Today’s dispatch was contributed by Stephen Kahn.


When I was six years old, living near Echo Park, Los Angeles, I began hiding in the library. (My father was abusive; my siblings dysfunctional.) I’ve worked for libraries, institutions that become a drug to evade reality (whatever that is). Early on I was a reading addict, science fiction more than anything else — if you call Freddy the Pig and Grimm’s Fairy Tales “science fiction”. My friends at grade school laughed at me; they were reading Robert Heinlein. Soon I was reading science fiction too but I started with a baby step: Andre Norton before I graduated to Heinlein, Asimov, Alfred Bester, Jack Vance, etc.

By the time I was ten years old (1954), I was living in the future to escape my present. Unfortunately, as I reached my forties (late 1990s), I began to observe that the future had become my present. Dystopia tends to suit my gloomy, pessimistic, depressed, atheist world view. Orwell’s 1984, already based on Stalinism, bloomed even more bitter fruit in Kim’s North Korea. Huxley’s Brave New World forecast genetic engineering. As a teacher for a while, I struggled unsuccessfully to stamp out bullying. I experienced the reality — though fortunately less brutally — of the violent scapegoating in Shirley Jackson’s “The Lottery” and William Golding’s Lord of the Flies. I learned about the threat to our biosphere portrayed by John Bruner’s The Sheep Look Up and Stand on Zanzibar. Philip K. Dick’s drug-inspired nightmares seemed to be coming true around me. Luckily I never delved into psychedelic madness, but I knew plenty of people who did, sometimes fatally.

Artwork by Keoni Cabral.

Artwork by Keoni Cabral.

I screamed inside, “It’s no longer an escape into fantasy; it’s a horrible world and it’s all coming true around me!” I stopped reading science fiction for about five years. Then as I reached my sixties and now early seventies, I began to meditate on my mortality, surprised to be alive. My abusive father died of a heart attack at the age of forty-three around 1965. As a child, I was pathologically shy with women; I thought I would never get laid. I was flunking out of college during the 1959 Bay of Pigs crisis, which is perhaps the closest our world ever came to nuclear war (On the Beach, Dr. Strangelove, etc). As panicked students at UC Berkeley (the site of my personal flunking meltdown) huddled gloomily in the student union, a young lady gave strong hints that she was ready to spend what might be our last night on earth in one of the oldest human consolations for our existential dilemma, “rolling in each other’s arms”. I was too crippled by my personal angst to take advantage. Just as well.

I eventually rebooted at Pierce Junior College in LA, where I met an intelligent chick who was depressed by her microscopic bra size. Fifty years of marriage later — plus one daughter who recently wedded her girlfriend of two decades — I eagerly hope that humans will encounter extraterrestrial life before I croak. As I read in an excellent nonfiction book, Lee Billings’ Five Billion Years of Solitude, I think it might come true.

On the other hand, well-suited to my taste for dystopian imaginings, there are abundant sci-fi books about alien monsters and invasions, such as War of the Worlds, Day of the Triffids, Starship Troopers, and so on. Remember in our world’s history, when technologically advanced societies discover less adept societies (Europeans in Australia and North America, for example) the latter groups generally fare very poorly. Perhaps it’s a good thing that nobody has beaten the light-speed barrier and dropped out of our skies. Or maybe they are here already, just waiting to enslave us, eat us, or toss us out.


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