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black sf writer. he's looking out toward the year 3000. this is helpful for expanding the bounds of the discussion...



Sci-fi Novelist Samuel R. Delany Imagines New York City Circa 3000
Future Shock
by Samuel R. Delany


he first scene of "The Graveyard Heart," by the late
science-fiction writer Roger Zelazny, takes place at a party on New
Year's Eve of the year 2000. It's a tale of fabulous wealth, beautiful
women, and tiny ceramic dogs; of people who behave like vampires,
and love that spans the centuries. It's a story I plan to reread on
the big evening, as I wait to see if the lights stay on past midnight
or if my word processor still works the next morning. It's hard to
believe that story was written almost 40 years ago. But it's a tale
to send the mind ahead to contemplate what science fiction
suggests the future might actually hold, once it gets here—as, with
or without us, it inevitably does.

My best hope for New York City is that having persisted for a few hundred years into the third millennium,
it will be remembered as the greatest city of the last century of the second millennium. In 3000 it may be
recalled as rich, romantic, horrifying in many of its aspects, with a rep-utation much like the Athens of
classical Greece has today, or possibly Rome; or maybe the medieval Paris of the murderer, thief, and poet
Francois Villon. If we're lucky, New York City might survive as an exotic name, like Nineveh or Syberisis;
but if the culture continues to change at its present rate, New York's legacy might be more like that of
Cambodia's Angkor Wat—a deserted space, forgotten and overgrown, somewhere in the world that
foreigners rarely visit.

But what might happen along the way?

Science fiction of the last 25 or so years has a number of standby scenarios that, now and again, one
writer or another has brought to bear on the prospects of tomorrow.

When the author of 2001: A Space Odyssey, Arthur C. Clarke, said, so many years ago, "Any truly
advanced technology will look to us like magic," he could have had nanotechnology in mind—that "very
small" technology where computer science meets microbiology. Imagine tiny, very simple computers, each
no larger than a molecule, each of which can perform only the simplest tasks, like turning off and on and
letting the molecule next to it know which state it's in. Now imagine billions of these molecular-sized
computers working together to solve problems of internal physical chemistry far more complicated than
any we can solve alone, including the problem of their own reproduction—that is, imagine computers built
on the model of the growing, organic brain, rather than on the model of the fixed and limited electronic
diode.

In science fiction, nanotechnology suggests scenarios such as: You spray a mess of properly programmed
computer foam over a junked car lot near Coney Island, say, and the whole thing begins to hiss, bubble,
and steam. Twenty-four hours later, the hundreds of junked chassis have been transformed into a
50-story office building, standing firm on the site, complete with functioning doors and windows. Or you
get a bit of the stuff on your hand; as it enters through the skin, it turns you into a dog or a dolphin or a
pig—or into a writhing blob of sentient computer foam yourself. Or ... it kills you.

With or without nanotechnology, I suspect, a new plastic or ceramic, notably cheaper and stronger than
steel, will come along to change architecture and the look of urban dwellings and work spaces entirely.
(Science fiction writer Joanna Russ once called the stuff "Gleepsite.") Will this result in more people living
in smaller spaces or more people being able to spread out? Helped along with a little nanotech, dwellings
could easily spread down into the earth the way they once towered into the sky. At any rate, it will
create a difference in "urban life" notably greater than the difference between life in, say, 10th-century
Paris—a walled island in the middle of the Seine where wolves sometimes broke in and roamed the streets
at night—and life in New York now.

Back in 1984 Greg Bear, whose novel Blood Music is still the best introduction to the subject, suggested
nanotech was not 300 or 400 years away, but a mere generation or two. Well, the Big Industrial
Technology of today often becomes the domestic technology of tomorrow. Imagine, a few decades after
the big changes, say, in the 2090s, when ordinary people have access to nanotech (the way today every
fourth or fifth homeless guy wears a Walkman with sound quality that would have blasted a 1950s "Hi-Fi"
enthusiast right out of his rumpus room). Suppose you could carry in a toothpaste tube the nanotech
stuff to build a pretty decent one or two room house out of whatever junk happened to be lying around.
And suppose that, after you were finished with it, the stuff went back into the toothpaste tube of its own
accord so that you could use it again. Press, squeeze, and you're a little less homeless—at least for the
night. As ever, though, I imagine the police will still come by early in the morning with toothpaste tubes of
their own, full of foam specially programmed to dissasemble the hastily constructed shelters back into
junk; and the again-homeless will be told to move on.

What about inequality? Enough people have been thinking about the problems of racial and gender
oppression over the last 200 years that I wouldn't be surprised if those were finally done away with, and
relatively soon (in another 150 years or so). The solutions, though, when they come, would be as hard for
many of us alive today to understand as the solution to the problem of witchcraft and demonic possession
would have been for, say, witch-hunting minister Cotton Mather. Imagine old Cotton, fresh from the Salem
trails of the 1790s, asking today's New York lawyer: "How did you finally solve the problem of witchcraft
and demonic possession?"

Our present-day lawyer scratches his head: "Well, finally we realized there weren't any such things as
witches and demons. They were just misperceptions and personal projections—often about real estate, so
history tells us—egged on by superstition." Cotton would rack him and the entire postmodern world up as
nut cases.

Well, if one of us were to ask a New Yorker of a few centuries hence, "How did you solve the problem of
race hostility and gender oppression?" I'm pretty sure the answer will be much the same: "We finally
realized there weren't any such things as races or genders either. . . . "

Cheek by jowl with nanotechnology is science fiction's notion of cyberspace as an abstract space, a giant
planetary storehouse for information. (The idea comes from William Gibson's 1984 novel, Neuromancer.) Is
it possible that some part of the Web might become so complicated that it comes to life? Might it be
hostile to us? Suppose it's clever enough to take over machines and build Terminator-like creatures to do
us battle? Personally I don't think that's very likely, but I do think the problem of the 21st century is going
to be the problem of misinformation. And we'd better solve it by the 22nd century, or we will have another
reason not to entertain much hope for cities—or, indeed, any kind of civilization a millennium hence.

Why is this? In the same way bad money drives out good, misinformation drives out information. (Every six
months or so, a friend will sweep the Net and print 20 or 30 pages of this "information" about me.
Inevitably about a fifth of it is wrong, from the spelling of my name to the sex of my child to the
publication dates and titles of my books.) Unless information is stabilized by a strong evaluative filter,
such as science, with its controlled experiments and repeatable results, it gets swamped by simpler,
stabler misinformation. If the people who design and run the Web don't develop reliable ways to evaluate
and stabilize information, the Internet may become the agent of social chaos.

Carefully evaluated, accurate information may indeed become so precious that gangs will "roam" around in
cyberspace, stealing it from one stronghold or another, plotting to hijack it, hoarding and selling it, while
data saboteurs hoarding and selling good information and replacing it with bad—in order to drive up the
price of the good stuff—eat up the scientific legacy of the last 300 years the way the oil-based economy
has eaten up nature's reserve of hydrocarbon fuels. As the pundits of the 26th century will constantly
reiterate, while the store of accurate information is indeed being replaced, it is being replaced at nowhere
near the rate at which it's being erased, forgotten, and eroded.

Genetic engineering is another of science fiction's favorite solutions to pretty much all problems. If
progress had left the world notably harsher than it is today, genetic dispositions from diabetes and
osteoporosis to dyslexia and color blindness might have bred themselves out of the gene pool by now
through natural selection. On the upside, however, our increased population and the greater ease of
survival in developed countries means there's likely to be more random genetic advancement. Because
positive factors may be connected (that is, fall on the same chromosome) with negative ones, it may take
genetic engineers to collect the good stuff and separate it out from the bad. The problem, of course, is
how to tell which is which. Nature's gross way (what survives is good; what doesn't, isn't) turns out to be
pretty complicated after all—which is the major lesson of ecology.

Suppose, for example, that the rate of appearance of new genetic anomalies, good or bad, has been fixed
by evolution at the optimum level for species survival and that either increasing or decreasing that number
may be lethal for our species. Genetic engineering might give us circus rides with real unicorns and giraffes
with wings, as well as new antibiotics produced by genetically engineered molds. But it could also give us
a world-wide epidemic to make the Black Death or influenza look like the sniffles.

Which brings us to what might lead to New York City's decline. In a few hundred years, perhaps an
epidemic or a nuclear strike in some war we haven't even imagined might finally force people to decide
that the risks of living in such close proximity to one another are just greater than the benefits. And there
is always that Armageddon-style asteroid that could give the world a thump. But don't you think it's even
more likely that it might start with some nut case—say on a New Year's Eve, 300 or 400 years from
now—who goes down to Times Square (torn down, rebuilt, torn down, then rebuilt by some historically
minded antiquarians) to stand around and watch the ball fall—only he shows up in the crowd of 20,000
with 12 sticks of very old-fashioned dynamite strapped to his body (it's so primitive no one even thinks of
it much: but then, the 26th century is a retro age) and sets himself off at midnight in the crowd and the
world watches 500 or 700 people killed and another few thousand maimed in the confusion.

We've seen people desert the city before. But give us the right catastrophe, and people will start leaving
as fast as the new "mag-lev" train (that's magnetic levitation: they're already zipping around in Japan at
twice the speeds of Amtrak) can carry them!

As much of a city lover as I am, I still suspect that, whatever brings its end about, the Great City as we
have it today—an enclave of two million to 10 million inhabitants embroiled in culture, commerce, and
capital—just can't hang together for an entire thousand years. It's too large and unwieldy, too likely to
break up after a few centuries or so and disperse in general sprawl or what sociologists call "edge cities."
Consider: There were no cities of more than a million inhabitants before 1800. In 1850 the population of
Manhattan was only 500 thousand people with another 200 thousand scattered among the other four
boroughs. The population passed the million mark only around 1875. The mega-population center is
entirely the result of 19th century industrialization. Only with the advent of steam, iron, glass, electricity,
and concomitant transportation advances could those river-and-market communities that had attracted
folks around them into a growing township import enough food and materials for life and manufacture and
export its growing number of goods—and get rid of a million or so people's garbage. The really big city may
just be a 200-to-500-year historical flash-in-the-pan.

The late French historian Fernand Braudel estimated the economic moorings holding New York to its
position as the capital of the 20th century started to slip in 1974. All over the world great cities will
probably start to break up when our oil-based energy system is depleted in another 75 to 125 years.
There's only a limited amount of oil under the ground and we've already used up a good deal of it. It's
historical arrogance to expect the entire structure of the Great City to persevere intact like the pyramids
or the Parthenon.

Meanwhile, out at the what once was La Guardia Airport, on the cracked and abandoned runways, those
jerry-rigged nanotech homes of the homeless go up and down, up and down, day after day, because air
travel as we know it today will no longer exist. Virtual travel will be cheaper and will use no oil-based fuel.
In effect, people will scan themselves into their computers and then e-mail themselves wherever they
want to go, or else hop onto a browser and, well, browse through space. Actual movement of people over
long distances will become more and more restricted to the very rich who wish it for more and more
eccentric reasons.

And Times Square? Well, the big movie industry will have folded for good. That's because your home
computer will create Hollywood-style movies from scratch if you simply type in the topic and the kind of
story you want to see. (I actually saw demonstrations of some prototype programs for this the last time I
was up at MIT's media lab.) These films can star anyone you like—any movie star, or, indeed, yourself or
your friends, if you just feed in a few pictures. So with only an art film market, the 13 theaters in the now
dilapidated, 100-year-old E-Walk have become the site of Live Sex Shows, their names changed from the
Majestic, the Imperial, and the Crown to the Anthony Comstock, the Mary Baker Eddy, and the Rudolph
Giuliani.

By the time we get to 3000, I suspect even the United States itself will have long since been absorbed by
other national configurations. (Historically, national boundaries are even less stable than the cities within
them.) The most widely spoken language not only on Earth but in the several interplanetary colonies that
will have grown up on Mars, Venus, and the moons of Saturn and Jupiter (and a dozen more on the moons
of the gas giants circling a few of the nearer stars) will be some dialect of (I pick one out of a hat: we
just know it won't be English) Tagalog. The history of its rise to prominence over 150 years will be at least
as complex and intricate as the history of France's rise once was when it became, for a century or so, the
lingua franca of the world—before it gave way to English. Finally, allowed to dig along the rim of that
island in whatever they're calling the Hudson River in those distant days, a few archaeologists may look
curiously at all those ancient nanotech toothpaste tubes turning up in their excavations as reminders of a
long-since superseded technology. And, hunting in the ruins of cyberspace for accurate accounts of the
English language and accurate examples of texts written in it, a few scholars will, I hope, now and again
retrieve some notion of the glory that was Brooklyn, the marvel that was Staten Island, and the grandeur
that was the Bronx as well as the wonder that once flourished on that island in their midst.

peace & blessings,

x.

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focus on working hard you end up making someone else rich and
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Black Future Month, redux. [View all] , poetx, Mon Jul-01-02 06:49 AM
 
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correction, i think it was guerilla_love
Jul 01st 2002
1
i am lexm
Jul 01st 2002
2
      so i was right and wrong at the same time?
Jul 01st 2002
3
      well sht
Jul 01st 2002
4
      well, guess i'll have to read this now
Jul 16th 2002
82
RE: Black Future Month, redux.
Jul 01st 2002
5
u really
Jul 02nd 2002
13
oh no...FUCK this.
Jul 16th 2002
84
      yeah it's screwed
Jul 16th 2002
87
           lol
Jul 16th 2002
92
In the future
Jul 01st 2002
6
I think for sure
Jul 01st 2002
7
yep. in non-exploitative means
Jul 08th 2002
40
thanx, y'all, love y'all.
Jul 01st 2002
8
Gracias
Jul 02nd 2002
14
excerpt from the original column:
Jul 01st 2002
9
as far as the arts...
Jul 01st 2002
10
Good shit.
Jul 01st 2002
11
here's what i've been thinkin about
Jul 02nd 2002
12
whatcha thinkin'
Jul 02nd 2002
15
catching up
Jul 02nd 2002
16
      RE: catching up
Jul 02nd 2002
19
           nondevelopments
Jul 02nd 2002
22
convenience
Jul 02nd 2002
17
I agree totally
Jul 02nd 2002
18
stairs blender and fridge
Jul 02nd 2002
20
      you are right
Jul 02nd 2002
21
           JA
Jul 02nd 2002
23
all excellent points.
Jul 02nd 2002
25
      in a lot of cases
Jul 02nd 2002
26
           exactly...I guess
Jul 02nd 2002
27
                that's because the developers
Jul 02nd 2002
28
beautifully stated
Jul 16th 2002
85
      you do that, too (10 books...)
Jul 16th 2002
89
           bona fide book junkie
Jul 16th 2002
91
           we need a support group or suttin.
Jul 16th 2002
93
           FINCH!!!
Jul 16th 2002
94
y'know,
Jul 02nd 2002
24
RE: Black Future Month, redux.
Jul 02nd 2002
29
skip gates is the man.
Jul 02nd 2002
30
upperation.
Jul 02nd 2002
31
^up...what the hell happened to the board? shit.
Jul 02nd 2002
32
too bad
Jul 03rd 2002
33
Good article - now a long-ass reply
Jul 03rd 2002
35
      wow. great ideas...
Jul 03rd 2002
36
           I love Dune
Jul 08th 2002
38
                that 'fly' idea sounds original.
Jul 08th 2002
39
                     LOL!!!
Jul 08th 2002
41
up
Jul 08th 2002
37
d to tha itto. (thanks, g).
Jul 08th 2002
45
article's done.
Jul 08th 2002
42
Okay-curriculum
Jul 08th 2002
43
utamoroho was putting together
Jul 08th 2002
44
too bad
Jul 09th 2002
46
Dang!
Jul 09th 2002
47
      what we tried to do
Jul 09th 2002
48
           that would be dope.
Jul 09th 2002
49
                RE: that would be dope.
Jul 09th 2002
50
                for me, starting small
Jul 09th 2002
52
                     See that's specialized to me
Jul 09th 2002
54
                          that's why
Jul 10th 2002
57
                we shd resurrect that listserve
Jul 09th 2002
51
                     no doubt.
Jul 09th 2002
53
check frederisco's post
Jul 16th 2002
86
      Thanks - I will
Jul 16th 2002
88
skills co-op.
Jul 09th 2002
55
I think this is necessary
Jul 09th 2002
56
yes
Jul 10th 2002
59
i remember reading
Jul 10th 2002
60
that's a great idea!
Jul 10th 2002
58
skills bartering network.
Jul 15th 2002
80
      i always wished
Jul 16th 2002
81
Self Defense
Jul 10th 2002
61
our ability to stand up
Jul 10th 2002
62
      LOL
Jul 10th 2002
63
      what does it entail exactly?
Jul 10th 2002
64
           I got an idea
Jul 10th 2002
65
                You are wild....
Jul 10th 2002
66
                Yeah but
Jul 10th 2002
67
                     My thing is this....
Jul 10th 2002
68
                          Sure it's a crime
Jul 10th 2002
69
                          One more thing ....
Jul 11th 2002
73
                i like building with you.
Jul 10th 2002
70
                     u should get that produced
Jul 11th 2002
71
                     Same here bud
Jul 11th 2002
72
ups-a-daisy
Jul 11th 2002
74
yeh, i'm not ready for this one to die yet
Jul 12th 2002
75
      thanks. the article ran.
Jul 12th 2002
76
           You did a story on that?
Jul 12th 2002
77
                i mentioned it in my column
Jul 12th 2002
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                     up
Jul 12th 2002
79
i'll have a real reply
Jul 16th 2002
83
ok. my thing is
Jul 16th 2002
90
a step in the right direction
Jul 16th 2002
95
give thanks!
Jul 16th 2002
96
      Do we need another Different World?
Jul 16th 2002
97
           don't the Wayans Bros.
Jul 16th 2002
98
Damn...more like a dollar, but I cosign.
Jul 19th 2002
101
up. not me, close to Activist Platinum?
Jul 18th 2002
99
plat-i-num baby
Jul 19th 2002
100
Archive and ^^^^^
Jul 19th 2002
102

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