For thousands of generations, work - dirty, backbreaking, crippling
work - has controlled our existence. Apologists for the status quo
rationalize that toil is humanity's natural fate and burden. But
lo, fellow workers who gather food, erect elaborate shelters, and
build great civilizations - labor is not our natural destiny. Inactivity
is not a sin!
When not working meant not eating, when the tribe's survival
was at stake - those were the times for toil. The genesis of intelligent
machines should have freed us to enjoy life, but in our fear of
obsolescence we haven't heeded nature's imperative for leisure.
Instead, we stagger on, punching buttons, making copies, renting
our brains for the fool's gold of ever-greater consumption. Is this
our birthright - we, the mighty creators of robot factories, electronic
brains, and the virtual civilizations of our imagination?
Do not lions lounge? Do not gulls drift effortlessly on the
winds? Do not dolphins play endlessly in the oceans? Are we less
deserving than our fellow creatures to partake of the joys of life
and the wonders of the planet and human society?