The Battle of Hearts – a metaphor for our predicament

By Rob Verkerk PhD, founder, scientific and executive director

There’s an open plain between our community and the city of Technopolis, the buildings of which, on a clear day, we can just see glimmering on the distant horizon. The leadership in Technopolis changed around two years ago and they’ve decided to go full steam ahead with some radical plans. These include satellite-controlled driverless vehicles and drones, implanted communication and surveillance devices, and, the big one; gene-edited designer beings. They told us they’d leave us alone if we didn’t want to come on board with their ideas. For us, the whole thing simply doesn’t resonate. We feel much of this, despite what they tell us, is for the benefit of the industries which make the technology and the government that controls it, rather than for us citizens, the users. Surely it will just pull you away from the essence and marvel of life, of being human, soulful and connected to nature? As they say, we’ve been doing just fine without implants, mass surveillance or forced injections, thriving in our diverse, beautiful, heart-felt, nature-rich, vibrant oasis of a community. 

It was a couple months back that we saw on the horizon a shimmer in the sunlight that was different to anything we’d seen before. It was hard to make out. Had the angle of the light reflecting off the Technopolisians’ polymer-clad buildings changed? Were they giving one of their new technologies a dry run? Then we noticed it wasn’t static — it was moving towards us. We strained our eyes and began to see it was a composite of their people, weak as they were, looking powerful in their body suits and prostheses. They were moving slowly on their electric sleds, but there seemed no doubt they were coming directly towards us.

As they got closer, we could see it was their army, uniformed to the hilt. They’d told us last year their army was being massively scaled down as they transitioned towards cyberwar and use of drones. More to the point, as they encroached, we could see they were armed. Strange as it might seem, their weapons weren’t guns. They were syringes, oversized ones at that.

Then I woke up.

That wasn’t a dream. It was pure fiction, but also a metaphor for what it sometimes feels like for those of us who’re being coerced to cross the plain and live according to the rules of Technopolis. That’s of course a physical re-imagination of a world fully committed to the Great Reset as conjured up by the World Economic Forum (WEF).

Now for a reality check: if we capitulate to the WEF’s Great Reset, we’d be required to enter into social contracts, we’d be expected to own nothing yet be happy, and we’d accept a world in which many jobs, including some of the more menial, were undertaken by gene-edited designer beings or transhumans.