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We exist purely as vehicles for our genes; our consciousness, our imaginations, our creations: all these are simply manifestations of our genetically-implanted instincts for survival. We believe we exist because it makes us better replicators. There is no other reason for existence, no god, no destiny, no karma. Our lives are neither random nor controlled: choice is an illusion, but so is fate. We simply operate, like the very intelligent automatons we are. Our minds are exquisitely adapted to solving large and complex problems, the bulk of which come from our intraspecies competition with each other. Our societies are hives, built through the collaboration of thousands and millions of minds. As a species we are genetically so similar, due to near-extinction around 50,000 years ago, that we are practically clones. All our notions of "ethnicity" and "color" are as meaningful as separating people by hair patterns or toe size. Our species is incredibly successful mainly because we have managed to turn our technological prowess onto ourselves, creating a feedback loop that has not stopped since we invented fire and freed our jaws to shrink and make space for a larger brain. Finally, although we all feel unique, we are in fact designed as team players, male and female, young and old adopting clear and comfortable roles that are so inate they are universal in all human cultures. Men solve technical problems, women organize social networks. Young men learn and work, young women dance and like to look pretty. Old women gossip and old men accumulate power.
— Pieter Hintjens, 1 January 2004
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My name is Pieter Hintjens and I'm a writer, amongst other things. Sometimes I write software and sometimes prose. These stories represent several years of output. Good stories don't happen on demand, they lurk in the subconscious and then jump into view like a waiting tiger, roaring "WRITE ME!". They tend to be somber because happy endings are less interesting to write about. You might also enjoy the Devil's Wiki. The word clouds were made by Wordle. This site runs, like most of my sites, on Wikidot, a great product from a great company. I'm CEO of Wikidot but that happened after I fell in love with the product.