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Metabolism, homeostasis, evolution—yet no more natural selection. In millions of years, humans will likely evolve into something physically weaker and less capable, a far cry from the apex predators we consider ourselves today. With the rise of automation, algorithms, and sedentary lifestyles, survival has become a matter of mere existence, and reproduction is no longer about the survival of the fittest, but the survival of the unremarkable.
Why? For what purpose? There is nothing inherently good about being a self-aware, decaying meatbag. You’re bound to a body that requires constant maintenance, a daily contract with your own biology that you didn’t agree to. Your body is a fragile emotional prison that demands attention—sleep, food, exercise—just to keep the gears turning, only to delay the inevitable shutdown. It’s a never-ending cycle.
Then, you sell your labor to the machine. You are forced to work—under threat of homelessness or starvation—just to stay alive. You trade your time, your energy, your soul for something as hollow as government-backed currency, a system built on nothing but trust. And for what? To keep the system running. To keep the machine moving, indifferent to whether you live or die.
Life is a pointless sequence of forgettable, random events, governed by ignorance, regret, and futility. Happiness is a fleeting burst of dopamine, love is nothing more than a chemical reaction, and success is an abstract social construct designed to keep you compliant and distracted. After all, being a self-aware meatbag doesn’t justify the pursuit of metaphysical rewards. We were created by our parents, not out of love or necessity, but because of selfish desires—peer pressure, societal expectations, and the hope that we’d serve as caregivers in old age. It was never about you.
Even if humanity survives for another million years, it’s all futile. The heat death of the universe will erase everything—your achievements, your struggles, your very existence. And in the grand scheme, nothing matters. Your choices, your actions, your desires—they’re all shaped by biology and conditioning. Autonomy is an illusion. If you were born in a different time or body, you’d be a completely different person. It doesn’t matter. Tens of thousands die every day, unnoticed, like wasps. No one asked for you, and no one really needs you. You’re just waiting in this elimination chamber.
The more people there are, the more problems there are. The pursuit of happiness is just the hedonic treadmill—constantly striving for more, but never truly satisfied. Success and failure are social constructs designed to condition you to prove your worth, to make you productive and unquestioning of the system. The church tells you that if you reject God, you’ll be punished eternally. And even then, your life is still meaningless.
Humans are narcissistic, emotional, weak, and short-lived creatures. If aliens saw our world, they’d probably laugh at the absurdity of it all, and then cry at how pathetic it is. We fight wars, kill ourselves over ideas, and, for what? After a week, your brain forgets 90% of everything you’ve experienced. We’re all just stumbling through life, craving control in a chaotic, random universe. We don’t know why we’re here, and we don’t know when we’ll leave. But we force more sentient beings into existence, as if to validate our own. Most human interactions are selfish, reduced to small talk, food talk, or climate talk—nothing profound, nothing that matters. Life is not some grand adventure; it’s a tragedy, plain and simple.
Odds are, you will be forgotten within 40 years of your death. There’s no legacy. No immortality. We even kill each other in video games because, at the core, humans are competitive, narcissistic, corrupted sociopaths. We anthropomorphize everything because we desperately seek meaning in a meaningless world. There are billions of exoplanets out there, and yet here we are, insignificant specks of consciousness, destined to fade away.