Underlining my point for the tragically obtuse.
The troll offers bullshit.
Science defeats bullshit by requiring a strong reference to observation etc.
In polite, sane company this is a non-issue.
But in public conversation, ya, it’s an issue. Trolls happen. In fact I would call trolls the greatest enemy of sane public conversation.
THAT is a good one. Perfect.
Well there you go. Art where the quality is accepted and expected to be low. That’s art that AI can do a good job at.
Art that is like fastfood.
Black hole of need?
How about just different shapes of people, with differing tastes. Some obsess over money. Others over art.
The worm criticizes the hawk for crawling improperly.
I can tell this means a lot to you. I suppose it’s a matter of taste.
It’s something I haven’t delved into enough to arrive at a definitive conclusion, actually. The subject delivers little thrill for me.
No, modern sci-fi evolved over time like all the other complex stuff tends to.
Modern sci-fi is created by every fellow with a strange idea. Who thinks maybe I could get my idea across better if I framed it as a narrative and put it in scientific terms. because science is such a lovely language for talking about strange ideas.
Greg Egan, Iain Banks and Sam Hughes are good stuff, if you haven’t.
Also, there’s this amazing new genre, “LitRpg”. Basically fantasy where an rpg type videogame became real.
Most of it is the usual dreck but some of it goes hard sf, delving into the existential stuff.
A couple of the rationalists have even taken a swing.
Try
Mother of Learning
Death after death
Friendship is optimal
So ya, real development is still alive.
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I don’t refer to mary shelly. I do not distinguish her as the “inventor” of science fiction either. Rendering strange ideas in terms of esoteric disciplines for the metaphorical augmentation or whatever is as old as humanity.
Nazis. Take away the snappy logo, uniforms and motivational speeches. What have you got?
A crew of adventurous billionaires and their million pawns.
Or maybe it’s the obvious. Billionaires. Princes. Oligarchs.
Five Million Years to Earth
You can’t describe any sensation. Not sight, sound, smell, feeling. None of that. All you can do is refer to a shared sensation.
“You smell that?”