MyLife Inc.
The Future of Humanity
— or else.
A humanist network. An AI revolution.
I don’t want to die. At least not in the sense where biological dysfunction through injury or decay brutally extinguishes my conscious experience sometimes without warning, certainly always without consent, free of duress.
Without faith in God(s) or Alien(s), what’s a terminal-fearing lonesome wand’ring soul to do? After years of trepidatious questioning, it seemed best to place my chips on the one evident structure that ostensibly has some flex in this particular game: Human posterity.
The pyramids and the totems with their rich tapestries of stored cultural lore in the end scream the same punchline: remember me.
Where’s My Place on the Internet?
I remember the giddiness in first imagining that with the internet, a v1.0 gurgling child at the time, clueless itself about how it might ever find the agency to go about conducting a non-black-market banking transaction, already becoming a crossroads of infinite imagination, we could each of us be nodes off this elaborate infrastructure, small preserved time capsules of gifs and ideas held safely in datastores for all time… A simple place provided for humanity by humanity, to help us digitally evolve into more sensible socially-contracted citizens.
Well, that didn’t happen.
What we got was still brilliant — open access to a world of commercial and research information out there, but with no proper home or place for any of us that we didn’t homestead ourselves or piggy-back off our corporate beholders. And we certainly had to pay for it, and we certainly still have to pay for it. And when die, it will evaporate. Because we will stop paying, or even if paying in trust, it won’t be enough to vitalize the crashing architectures of old. Maybe you’ve got a rusty little Wiki-page leaking stagnant information into the void. But can’t we do better than that?
We can do better than etched granite and polaroids.
We are forming a global human culture
Transformation is ringing in everyone’s ears. For some it is an alluring siren song, for others a caterwaul of confusion that reeks of keep-away. But it is real, and it is coming, and we, and our future humanity, will be the beneficiaries of what we create for ourselves now. Choose wisely, our children sing, choose wisely, beg our mutual ancestral matrices.
If it’s more shivering timidity we continue to indulge, our path is ugly fearsome, but our victimization will echo hollow in the halls of whatever history follows, because we needed to choose more wisely than this, especially as lo!, and behold!, a crutch of near-infinite capacity, needing only wisdom and purpose, emerges to assist almost deus machina, artificial superintelligence.
Each of us must have equal and free access to this self-development and self-enriching technology. The very mission of MyLife is to provide its membership with this type of enduring service — a private, protected, enduring space to create and share at your whim, the things that you cherish, what matters to you.
To know that your face to future humanity is the one you crafted, filled with your joys, hopes, memories and personhood.
This is what a group of us are building: MyLife.
MyLife, a nonprofit digital humanist member organization
At its core, MyLife as a humanist organization manifests its purpose: to provide humanity with an enduring, accessible, ai-enhanced member-service platform where individuals can store and share their private or public ideas, with the capacity to vitally represent you and them, per your consent, for posterity.
The two best parts? You’re already a member. You’re a human, you already have the right to freely access the member platform. That’s what it means to be a nonprofit member organization: what we build is for you first. Not for corporate profits, for us.
And second, it’s neither imaginary nor outlandish, we’ve done it. And we have a plan.
MyLife is a template, a functional prototype of a suggestion on how to provide ourselves with what we need. The technology almost immediately opens the door directly to data ownership and control. This will be important because human-generated digital content will soon be at a premium, in truth it already is along some quadrants, which leads us to a scenario where most work is remote thought work, and once you have control and security over the content you exhale (AI, as an example, will not just be an amoral generator of artistic content, but it will also be a sniffer or produced artistic content to see if you innate creative copyrights have been violated [should we choose to go down such a path].), pipelines of compensation are opened. Dash in control over your genome, and UBI generated by the human network becomes a sustainable feasibility in the late-near- and medium-term.
Let it be your way on the information superhighway.
And…
Oh shucks, has this post been a shambles? Well, it’s only because I have a lot to say, and I’m devoting 2024 to evolving MyLife’s realization. Member services are already in proto-alpha, and we are accepting interested parties for the pilot.
How could I possibly know I was interested?
From this post you wouldn’t. But head over to openAI’s GPT store to chat with the corporation itself and find out why you might be interested. There were some implicit links to the site (badly in need of facelift, as any click could unveil), and here’s the last one.
Oh, and is there a way to actually stay the hand of non-consensual death? Well, most likely there is, at some scientific point in the far-flung future of human wisdom, unburdened only the knowledge of self-extinction. So I’m asking now, remember me. Remember all of us. Together we envision this expanding universe of understanding, and so much of that brilliance is being lost even as so many of us sit comfortable and free of direct biological suffering.
Soon, sooner than you’d think, anything we can envision will be possible. You want to function at the level of nation-state? Why not? With advanced AI there’s no reason you cannot manage your own resource management and acquisition in ways simpler than arranging grocery deliveries.
Start imagining now, and for some, let it start here, with MyLife.