Arbetare i Utopia lurade på att utföra viktiga uppgifter av maskiner

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Efter att ha sett den korta animerade filmen "The Last Job On Earth" påminde mig om att det fanns en novell med en liknande idé. Människor lever i en Utopia av lätthet och komfort, men de fortsätter att vara tvungna och / eller lurade på att utföra udda små uppgifter, som att flytta ett objekt eller aktivera en omkopplare, som verkar meningslös och trivial. Men från läsarens uppfattning är dessa uppgifter avgörande eftersom de tillåter att maskinerna fortsätter springa och att stödja det utopiska samhället, eftersom de inte kan reparera sig själva om man utvecklar en återkopplingsslinga. Någon minns författaren och berättelsen snälla?

    
uppsättning Covertwalrus 20.02.2016 03:07

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"Waker Dreams" av Richard Matheson , som du kan läsa på Internetarkiv . Degenererade framtida människor luras på att göra bra arbete medan de tror att de blir underhållna med virtuella verklighetstreningar:

They would go out to the hydroponics tanks and fight off an invasion of Energy Eaters. Bigger than the Rustons and made of pure force, they threatened to suck the sustenance from the plants in the growing trays, the living, formless meat swelling immortally in the nutrient solution. The Energy Eaters would be beaten off, of course. They always were.

Naturally. They were only dreams. Creatures of fantastic illusion, conjured in eager dreaming minds by chemical magic and dreary scientific incantation.

But what would all these Justin Rackleys say, these handsome and hopeless ruins of torpid flesh, if they found out how they were being fooled? Found out that the Rustons were only mental fictions for objectifying simple rust and wear and converting them into fanciful monster. Monsters which alone could feebly arouse the dim instinct for self-preservation which just barely existed in this lost race. Energy Eaters—beetles and spores and exhausted growth solutions. Mine Borers—vaporous beasties that had to be blasted out of the Lunar and Martian metal deposits. And others, still others, all of them threats to that which runs and feeds and renews a city.

And what would they say, these Justin Rackleys, upon the discovery that each of them, in their "dreams," had done genuine manual work? That their ray guns were spray guns or grease guns or air hammers, their death rays no more than streams of lubrication for rusting machines or insecticides or liquid fertilizer?

What would they say if they found out how they were tricked into breeding with aphrodisiacs in the guise of anti-poison shots? How they, with no healthy interest in procreation, were drugged into the furtherance of their spineless strain, a strain whose only function was to sustain the life-giving machines.

    
svaret ges 20.02.2016 04:26