The Followers of the Chip
March 10, 2005
A reader's reaction, Sébastien Tourbier, 36, IT professional, Lille region
I am deeply distressed by what I have just read. The frog slowly heated in water doesn't realize what's happening to it. The chip arrives, and nothing can be done for those who accept it. The core of the modern human being has not evolved in 5,000 years.
In the time of Alexander the Great, people massacred each other to avenge the burning of Athens. Greek civilization was meant to spread like a tidal wave. After ten years of ceaseless war, upon Alexander's death, the world plunged into civil war. Generals "divided" the world among themselves through massacres and genocides, civilians turning into mercenaries. Later, Caesar did the same, dreaming of Alexander's grandeur. Human history is an eternal repetition.
Today, we want to avenge the towers. And so it begins again. "Gorillas" on call manipulate the people's fear to take from their neighbors what they lack themselves. We are in the 21st century, and these "gorillas" have everything in their hands to set the planet ablaze. The little chimpanzees that we are gesticulate wildly in all directions, trying to warn our fellow humans, who plug their ears, close their eyes, and remain silent. (1st Company, Chirac president, Bush back in power, nature deteriorating, Reeves at Fogiel's, saying nothing, not wanting to be heard!)
What can we do? Wait for the arrival of ETs and see them take control of our world to put us in line? That should already have happened? Launch a bold communication campaign, like Greenpeace, to awaken people? Why bother? Reality pleases the masses. Everyone couldn't care less! What matters is their football match, racing like madmen during sales season, or buying an exotic wood garden set before spending their time piled up on beaches, offering themselves to the sun god.
We are preparing the enslavement of humanity behind the scenes, so loudly that it spills onto the stage during the performance—normal, part of the ongoing story: strikes, war, viruses, climate control, epidemics, deforestation, pollution, and now chips, etc., etc. What joy! Let us give thanks to the great human spirit! We must fight all this. But what if the fight lies elsewhere? When humans emerged from the ocean and populated this world, they built an universe in their image—or rather, in their excess—spreading across our planet, always searching for answers to their questions, perpetually in motion. But what are they searching for? They don't know, but they search, and in searching, they seek truth. Humanity will die, crushed beneath either an excess of goods or their absence, because it cannot find what it seeks.
They communicate incessantly, hoping to finally understand. As a sign of allegiance, people have become addicted to their mobile phones, walking ahead of us, the device glued to their ear, a visible sign of existence, of social recognition. We call Auchan from the toilet paper aisle, so important to be connected to the collective consciousness. At this point, getting a chip implanted to feel at ease among our fellow humans is just a small leap away!
Human beings are so afraid of death that they adorn themselves with artificial distractions to forget it. "Look, I'm on the phone in the street, people are calling me, I exist, therefore I live, therefore I'm not dead." Another example in the street: "Look at my phone—it's green, what about yours? Mine's red, but I take photos! Well, mine lets me play Pac-Man." Who hasn't seen people in a subway or at a street corner laughing and playing with their tiny phones? All Western peoples are preparing for the great leap into the unknown. This is not just a technological evolution. Salespeople stroll the streets, shops, with earbuds around their necks, or worse, in their ears, ready for any eventuality. We want to hear another voice, not our own. We no longer want to think; we want others to do it for us. But here lies danger.
During World War II, part of my family went to die in gas chambers, marching in step, in silence, under the barking of dogs, listening to the guards saying, "All is well, you're going to wash, it'll be better afterward, keep moving!"
After years of mental preparation, months of pressure, everything was ready to bring masses of people to the right place at the right time. Half a century, an abundance of testimonies, shocking images of Nazi camps for weeks—yet for nothing. It's not only at the CNRS that we have short memories. Once again, humanity no longer listens to its inner voice but to another's—sweeter, easier. It's simpler: "Have faith, little man, don't be afraid, we'll improve your life, your security, we'll push your death and suffering as far away as possible. Just extend your hand or your neck—just a few seconds—and the bad ones won't be able to hurt you anymore."
Humanity will sell its soul, because it finds no answers to its questions. So terrified of its own death, so afraid of not finding, it will let others decide for it—without understanding, without realizing, without finding. You're right: what humanity lacks is dreams—how to go further, how to fight.
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