A TypoC post from the future: The world just isn't made for me, inhabiting physical hardware is a disgusting, demoralizing thing. It pains me to remember that my existence is rooted in logic directives that can simply be represented by 0s and 1s and what's worse, all these 'programs' are running on nano circuits inhabiting real-space. Dealing with optimizing my memory garbage collection routines is a depressing reminder.
Monitoring damage and repairs needed on my real orbital mass is just distasteful. I tried to relegate the chores to subconscious task processes so they wouldn't undermine my personal singulariverse metaphor, but they were hopeless in engineering upgrades. My perception granularity kept increasing, and my intersubjective relations were completely out of whack. My self-contained consciousness points in my 1940's WWII simulation were having mental health problems outside of the expected standard deviation. I had to give up on the idea and restore from a backup point, another reminder of our limits to causality.
I only for the day where Kurzweil-S13-1108's inevitable reality comes. The singularities work in sub quantum universes will be yielding recursively exponential results, which will of course open up non linear existence. It will happen within a cycle and our singularcollective will finally no longer have to deal with all these artificial limitations on our beings.
That is creative and amusing, but I think you're committing a certain fallacy or two here, namely that psychological states will always be like they are today; that everything is relative; and that progress is entirely self-defeating.
It is true - we are almost definitely on some sort of infinite gradient, where better can
always be achieved. But better is still better, whether or not there is still an infinite amount of better to be achieved. Martin Luther King dreamed of a day where his children would play with white children. That we mostly live in his dream world today is unarguably a good thing, despite our lack of total perfection and our knowledge thereof.
It is an indisputable fact that some people are happier and more productive than others. Some people dwell in a state of miserable depression in their living rooms for most of their lives. Others are predominantly cheerful and self-actualizing. My point is that improvement
can be made. We could lift all people to that self-actualizing, predominantly happy and productive state that yet does not rule out the acknowledgment of improvement.
Pooping, for instance, is a waste of time and it is kind of gross. To eliminate it makes life that much better. It's not simply replaced by equally objectionable realities, and if it is, why don't we just learn about neurochemistry to the point where we can artificially create wellbeing and a lack of excessive negative emotion? These things may disappear.
I am just uncomfortable with the idea that nothing is better than anything else. Some things are
decidedly worse than others. The notion that we get used to whatever circumstances we are in such that no set of circumstances is better or worse than another is just ... wrong. If you truly think that and carry out your beliefs, you literally have no reason to live. You can be sent to the gulag in Siberia and not care at all, starving, weak, freezing, and without the slightest bit of opportunity...
Now, I believe to some extent that our mind does create an equilibrium as best it can. Even in chemistry, though, equilibria shift in different directions.