3.25.26: Untitled 3 #17
Ursula, i think, would be so unhappy if . . . my default narrator said. But “if what?” He finished his sentence, if she wan’t a politician what would she do, for example? She’d probably be depressed all the time and unable to sustain a relationship. but maybe . . . but no—no buts about it; she was doing, thankfully, what she was born to do, and I’m only sorry that everyone cannot experience that. But we needed to usher in the future, and the future looked like most work was optional because we were already provided for; you might not get rich, but you could live, and marry, and raise a family. AI was going to do everything else. so I asked Ursula, “What kind of love do you expect?” And I was hoping she’d say a slightly volatile one—that was my game. I liked to push and pull a little—working through neuroses and inhibitions that got in the way of total, uncompromising love for another person—digging into their back a little and reshaping them in our image.
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