"What's with this dream of humans to create their perfect little world?
All those dreams you sent to me, all the ideas and the power to imagine things... I once thought I was supposed to do something with all of them; Then some feelings started to appear and that's how art started to reveal to me in forms of life we like to believe we are discovering, exploring while luring ourselves into thinking that we are great creators, making something so new for the world... when, as you can see, we are actually only recycling, rearranging, resurrecting, replacing, misplacing... reusing; only because we want this human thing to go on and live, for as long as we can make it.
We still want this world to exist even after we're gone and we want it to last as humanly rich as possible. Perhaps this is because of our fear of a sterile world in which everything was replaced by robots and chips, science and labs.
'Welcome to the lab of botanical remembrance, the guide said to the enhanced-type-kids-of-tomorrow. As you can see, at your left, a memory of what once was the Paulowniaceae family is brought back to life with the help of our new and very powerful system well programmed and designed by some of the greatest minds of our world; you can read all of their names down the hall where the holographic presentation will offer you more details about them and their work. Thanks to all of them now we can remember correctly how this type of family worked and behaved in nature (that is another term which will be shown and explained to you later down this hall) and not only.
Please be careful....'
A place with no future for the real feelings of today. (Who needs those, anyway?) Yet, a place that's much cleaner, somehow. Some place where you get to program your states of mind, your feelings, your thoughts... the ideas come with a schedule:
Morning: I wake up from the dream that I programmed last night, a most splendid one, by the way, and think of the idea of having a tea and some home-made biscuits (I read somewhere on the hyper-reality-show platform that those were very good in the past and the interactive-holograms said that this was a great idea, so I thought I'd give it a try).
Then I start feeling hungry and appetite for those biscuits becomes real.
This is the new place for you that may be called 'the end of humanity' (as we know it) or your personal cold safe heaven; You don't get to suffer here... you don't get to see others suffer anymore... and everything is nothing but this bright self-induced fantasy where everyone is equal in rights and anyone can do anything they want; where everyone is truly happy... with themselves and the surroundings, with their lives and neighbours, with their hopes abandoned in an application or a new control device for the poor;... they're all happy with their robot-friends and their genius cold guides taking away their lives day by day while offering them ... pain-killers... anesthetisers for the aches of their hurting prides living lethargically in their abused souls.
All friends are the way you want them to be (they're programmed, duh!) and no one gets really hurt anymore. You live splendidly, just like in a poor movie, sitcom or TV show; you know, those things where people lose themselves these days, after work... once in a while... for a while... a second... the cool breeze of a vibe...for a smile; for another short time... Meanwhile the powerful men and women who know how to rule the world drag ropes and use strings to kill all hope for a decent meaning of all this struggle to keep being human.
If only... we could create that perfect little world of ours!
Where nothing and no one gets really hurt!"