I love how this particular sci-fi plot gets rewritten every few years. We ought to make it a creative-writing exercise for undergraduates. I was struck by this utterly unhinged and somewhat offensive response on the orange site which starts with the single word "stirrups" and goes places:
Despite speaking as if he's doing his utmost to have a love affair with the Cambridge dictionary (and sounding like a twat at the same time) he's not wrong in so far as not giving a shit is going to screw him over when the ability to push buttons in front of a television no longer matters. What happens when the guys hanging around doing meth on the sidewalk become the engineers that end up becoming the super biologist supermen that cure cancer make us able to hear what dogs hear and see extra colors? It's unlikely, but it's even less likely that everyone who is a middle class engineer will be so tomorrow. There is no moat in any profession outside of entrenched wealth or guns at the moment. There just isn't - we're in a permanent state of future shock along with the singularity. In large part because that's what people decided that they wanted.
I'm wheezing. Cackling, even. This is like the opposite of the glowfic from last week.