Communities form around shared friction. The sciences used to be sources of great community, solving grand problems with untold levels of friction. Having the right skills and knowledge to contribute could unite people from warring nations and social classes, let alone the benign evils like an anti-social culture, punishing people for talking to strangers...
In the imagined faux-utopia, there is no more adversity, and it's assumed no active effort was made to preserve its struggle. A god-like nanny will step in to meet your every need before it could even cross into your consciousness.
There'd be no point to music if Mozart could already hear the 6th symphony extracted from his brain with the first thought of inspiration. This art would in turn hardly be comparable to the real deal, even if it were an empirically flawless replica, is there is only so much personality you could extrapolate without a long execution limited by effort or resources. But a convincing replica of art might be all we need to sabotage the real deal, either through spam or demotivating the novice artists.
This future is, of course, ludicrous. It's a childish fantasy, a bastardization of sci-fi writers' nuanced utopias, flattening the social systems they wrote to give their characters motivation and meaning, in favor of fetishizing the technology, which was just a plot device to put the characters in such setting, and acting surprised when taking it at face-value will result in immediate social decay.
The author might or might not be surprised he's not the first to write on the subject, and real sci-fi literature already argues the same points in say Metamorphosis of Prime Intellect.
In the imagined faux-utopia, there is no more adversity, and it's assumed no active effort was made to preserve its struggle. A god-like nanny will step in to meet your every need before it could even cross into your consciousness.
There'd be no point to music if Mozart could already hear the 6th symphony extracted from his brain with the first thought of inspiration. This art would in turn hardly be comparable to the real deal, even if it were an empirically flawless replica, is there is only so much personality you could extrapolate without a long execution limited by effort or resources. But a convincing replica of art might be all we need to sabotage the real deal, either through spam or demotivating the novice artists.
This future is, of course, ludicrous. It's a childish fantasy, a bastardization of sci-fi writers' nuanced utopias, flattening the social systems they wrote to give their characters motivation and meaning, in favor of fetishizing the technology, which was just a plot device to put the characters in such setting, and acting surprised when taking it at face-value will result in immediate social decay.
The author might or might not be surprised he's not the first to write on the subject, and real sci-fi literature already argues the same points in say Metamorphosis of Prime Intellect.