When I was like six I lost my favorite stuffed dog at a hotel and cried so hard that my parents called the hotel lost and found every day for two weeks but nobody ever turned it in. Absolutely devastated. That was 1998. LAST MONTH I got a Facebook message from a complete stranger being like "this is weird but did you stay at a Holiday Inn in Sacramento in July 1998" and I'm thinking I'm about to be investigated for a crime. Turns out during THEIR renovation they found a stuffed dog in the wall with my name written on the tag in my mom's handwriting because she labeled all my stuff. This person TRACKED ME DOWN through Facebook to ask if I wanted it back. It arrived yesterday. I'm 31 years old holding this decrepit stuffed animal that smells like wall insulation and my husband is like "are you crying" and yeah man I am. Gonna put him in his own tiny coffin and bury him in my parents' yard with full honors. He's served enough time in that wall.
Once, years ago, I ran into my ex in a store. He had been abusive. I had had restraining orders. He stalked me anyways. Always had excuses that got him out of trouble with the court. I moved to a different city. But he had told me it didn't matter where I went, he WOULD find me. I freaked and went for help. The store determined that since he hadn't approached me...
The rich are fully aware of climate catastrophe. But their solution for climate catastrophe is to get rid of the rest of us. Thatβs why tech bros are arguing robots are less resource consuming than humans so openly.