You know, no matter how bad you are at being human, there's no other way to be.
It's really disappointing, but it's simply true. We just can't think in any other terms.
You can say you want to not be human, but can you actually make it happen?
Forget even how to logistically, technically, philosophically make it happen. How do you blueprint it in the first place?
Every time we try to imagine an alien, in the end it's just ourselves from a different angle, because all we have are human things.
So the ambition to assemble them in an order that's alien to us is kind of inherently doomed.
But that doesn't mean it's useless.
Imagining that which is human, that humans are not.
When I say I don't want to be human, what I really mean isā¦
"I can't stand being human like this."
Emphasis on the "like this."
"What I want instead, is to be human like THAT."
That was the beginning of the space dream.
Everyone in the Memorial Foundation felt that way when they sent us here.
And everyone on Earth who believed in us felt the same way:
"Let's be more human."
"How much more human can we be?"
That faith waned, maybe because they were jealous.
Yet, maybe also, because the direction we were taking the future wasn't enough.
Just another human that they didn't want to be.
Or a sort of human that they're scared of being.
I don't owe them anything but, there's one more thing I can't stand.
Not being seen for what I am.
So, choose to come with us, or choose to stay.
But I won't be happy without them knowing what they're missing out on.
Look up in the sky, and see all the weird stuff we get to do with each other!
And come join!
titsay
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