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Billionaire Amazon founder Jeff Bezos has a vision for humanity beyond Earth, predicting that one day humans will be born in space and take holidays to their former home.

Mr Bezos said people would build colonies in space as Earth was too small to sustain humanity’s current growth and energy usage.

“Over centuries, many people will be born in space. It will be their first home,” Mr Bezos said.

“They will be born on these colonies, live on these colonies, then they’ll visit Earth the way you would visit, you know, Yellowstone National Park.”

Detailing ideas for cities, agricultural areas, high-speed transport, and national parks in space, the founder of Amazon and Blue Origin made the comments in an address to the Ignatius Forum in Washington DC this week.

But it’s not the first time he has raised the prospect of floating space colonies – and his space company Blue Origin has even released artistic renderings.

https://thenewdaily.com.au/entertainment/celebrity/2021/11/14/jeff-bezos-space-humans-born/

Gus:

I want to be an occasional poop collector in this new world of the eternal sunset… a bit like paradise ersatz

Everyone will be so happy there that they will have to invent a new word for happiness and bliss. Say “morongenised” or "boredomblissed”. And of course everything will be FREE. It has to be...

I invented worlds like these when I was sixteen… I had stomach cramps… Kids/adolescent dream of better then. The world wars had spooked our folks. The scars were obvious and the dead were buried with a marker to let us know where they were resting… Peace was in the bag if everyone had their fill. No-one were needy… Presidents, if there was the need for one, had to spend a least a week per year at a poop recycling plant with a big spoon... 

Of course one trillion daily poop versus three trillion daily meals had to be managed without mixing the ingredients, in the massive recyclonic of the GMOed desires. CO2 from breathing has to be heavenly managed by special osmosis pumps powered by farting elegantly-poised beasts, looking like deers. At this stage, one would not know if the last human you talked to was actually a clever robot. Who needs washing machines in a world of beauty, where there is no dirt to accumulate on your sleeves, because automation of all tasks that demand elbow grease, is done by far more intelligent machines than you.

All you have to do all day and night is think about nothing (why strain your brain when you have everything, unless you’re a sociopath and want more than your FAIR share), party and fornicate: the choice is huge: hetero, homo, machine, flying dildoes, slow and fast tangoes, clean, dirty, painful for perverse joy…

And in the best of the world, there is no duty. You don’t want to deprive the robots, do you?

One day you might be called up to fight one of the other Wheely World with your little shiny sword, because they want what you’ve got which is the same as what they have, but, you know humans, yours is mine — and boredom needs to be kept at bay by an exciting little war.

 Or a bit of spacial satire…. The Empire Strips Back… I can see this on a stage, with no gravity...

Oh, can I see pure lovely boredom floating in the middle of this space, in beautiful glass cages, unless you are a busy accountant bean-counting for the whole community, behind the scene...

And planet earth will be like a wild isle of the dead, serving only as a garbage bin and burial centre, because no one would die in space anymore — thus old people would be disguised as tourists when they had to “go back home" to die and become fertiliser, under a globally warmed unliveable atmosphere.

GL.

Tired of all that…

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