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Sadly, in this day and age, evolution is not an agreed upon scientific fact anymore. Now, we have to pick a side, evolution or creationism. The development of sentient beings into what we are now, or a hocus-pocus project that big G undertook on a slow week. Let there be man. Let there be light. Let there be a small intestine. Let there be premature ejaculation and erectile dysfunction. Roar.

I believe in evolution. However, rather than tackle our origin, I would like to take a look at what’s to come. Obviously, we’re not perfect. We’re continuously changing creatures, evolving to become better at surviving in tomorrow’s world. In my eyes, the next step is not so good.

Emotion, laziness, sickness, elation, anger, stress, boredom, happiness… parts of what makes us human. Also, things that are frowned upon in today’s high-productivity world. We need to be able to work longer hours, make less errors, be less susceptible to disease, and take less days off. Monday or Friday products are unacceptable. The quality of our work must not be affected by how we’re feeling that day. Walking in on your girlfriend in bed with your best friend is no reason for you to be less enthusiastic about being in your office at 8 a.m. the next morning. Your view of the world should not affect the bottom line. We are becoming more specialized, learning to perfect one particular task instead of having your finger in a whole bunch of pies. I like pie.

This is more noticeable, to me at least, in Germany. Even fun is organized and generic. You go out on Fridays, not on Wednesdays. If you want to go out on a Wednesday, there’s something wrong with you. If you don’t want to go out on a Friday, there’s something wrong with you.

Our next big evolutionary step is to become robots; a detached, unfeeling machine, fine-tuned to perform that one task without asking any questions. We are required to become machines.

That’s our future. Losing our individuality and becoming just another whore in the capitalist gangbang. Wearing tons of makeup. Catching the John’s attention. Faking an orgasm. Cashing out at the end of the day (night).

I don’t like it.