At first I had a hard time trying to figure out how they're going to armor themselves with some sort of strong material and how exactly would it prevent them from dying at the end of the solar system.
At some point I realized they're talking about "compound" as in a collection of buildings, not "compound" as in a material. And "the cycle of destruction" for them is simply the common folks deciding to go French, not Sol going red giant. Fuckers are afraid. Good.
Douglas Rushkoff shared a story in his book Survival of the Richest: Escape Fantasies of the Tech Billionaires …
When Douglas Rushkoff was invited to speak to a group of mega-rich tech elite at a private desert resort, he thought he’d come fully prepared.
He was wrong.
Rushkoff, an author, theorist and professor at the City University of New York, had been asked to present an address on “the future of technology”.
For his services, Rushkoff was offered an exorbitant fee — about a third of his annual professor’s salary — along with flights and a three-hour limo ride to the mystery location.
“[When I arrived], instead of bringing me out onto a stage, they brought these five guys into this green room where I was getting ready. And they said, ‘this is it’,” he tells ABC RN’s The Drawing Room.
The small group was from the “upper echelon of the tech investing and hedge fund world” and at least two were billionaires.
Initially, Rushkoff was peppered with a few innocuous questions.
“They asked me all the typical questions that tech investors ask, like, ‘what’s better, Bitcoin or Ethereum? Virtual reality or augmented reality?’” he says.
But then the real conversation started. It became clear why Rushkoff had been summoned to the desert.
“How do I maintain authority over my security force after ‘the event’?” one of the men asked.
Ok, so here’s what we do. We fake the apocalypse. Destroy buildings, set things on fire, scream and yell “oh the humanity” once in a while, and as the rich retreat into their underground bunkers, then we bring out the cement trucks.
Let’s see how independent and self made they really are, as we hack their surveillance systems to create the world’s new favourite reality show… say it with me now:
Same here … I’m planning on just taking a lawn chair onto my rooftop and watch the nuclear blast up close. And if I survive the explosion, just watch humanity fall apart around me until someone murders me.
As a person who has had (in the last week) three shots and a series of oral antibiotics because of a small-looking but very angry infection in my index finger from a splinter(!) that has required two trips to the doctor to (NSFL) squeeze out the pus, I can understand this. Sepsis ain’t no joke and can come from the most minor wounds.
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