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?