The decentralization of the real world: an Unruly thesis
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> Energy will be produced right next to it.
> Objects will be printed on demand, as needed and in your garage (or close by).
> We will reduce our materials use.
> We will reuse everything we can.
> We will recycle everything else.
To me, this really has echoes of:
> In the world I see you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rock feller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Towers. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying stripes of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighways.
Which is Tyler Durden's vision of the future from Fight Club.
And just like that vision, this only works if you reduce human population by 90% or more. If I live in a condo, I don't have a rooftop to grow food. Do I starve?
Edit: It's also funny that this is listed as a point.
> We won't rely on government incentives and massive corporations deciding what we should eat. Fiat food is over.
If you want to eat "locally" (food produced on your rooftop), prepare to limit your food choices a lot more than any government or corporation would/could. No more bananas, mangos, pineapples, chocolate, coffee, etc. if you live anywhere near the 49th parallel for example.
BTW The origins of basic supermarket foods is amazing: e.g. potato, corn, avocado are from the Americas. What did Europeans used to eat - cabbage and turnips?
Now, we might be headed that way and the far side of the transition might be heavenly (for some), but it's probably wise to keep in mind that the historical "pendulum swings" between centralization and decentralization don't tend to go smoothly. Too much reliance on the euphemism makes it easy to forget.
The future imagined in this trainwreck of a blogpost is brutish and ruled by might. You better give half of your "rooftop grown" produce to the big dude that comes around every week or else your head gets bashed in, either by him or by someone else he's protecting you from. Oh wait, no, you made big guns in your garage to shoot them when they come near! Right.
It's astonishing how far people can fit their heads up their own asses.