Do you also feel that insipid force seeping into every aspect of your lives and of those around you?
Where there was service and duty there's now obedience to cost and revenue. Reasons are given in financials, yet nobody asks who or what shapes these numbers.
The penultimate goal of life is determined by godly forces to be to increase profit, a number that is predetermined to serve the few. The cultural attempts at change are commoditized to the point of ephemeral entertainment. Criticism is overplayed and forgotten; those who control have the final say.
This is the true doomer future: Subordinate and adapt or be erased. Yet all viable activity is thrashing, inventing and reinventing pointless goods and services to uphold the illusion of progress to keep the kings in their throne.
Not all is bad, to soothe the populace, but the undercurrent prevails.
Coordinating all the drones that incorporate this into their identity until the powerful achieve long-lasting control. There's no goal to this race other than to perpetuate itself until the singularity (or collapse).
The masses are distracted and pit against each other, exploiting local optimums of the prisoner dilemma, never to see the entire picture.
The few who realize or fathom the extent of this are fringe forces fighting the unwinnable fight or off themselves knowing that there's no resolution in sight short off a widespread uprising, that they themselves cannot bring into being.
Or they linger and serve as symptomatic mishaps and unfits on boards such as this; despairing that humanity has all the tools at its disposal to end this everlasting uncertainty and misery for billions of people, but the narrative denies it.
Fuck, I had to let this out. Fuck this shit, let it burn.