Kiseki No Suki O Nokoshitai (“I Want To Leave Behind a Miraculous Love”) [English], by Nagashiro Rouge

I picture there will be wars, for energy, for water. But I view it in a bigger picture made of random haphazard rotting of the global structure of economy, with networks cut by conflict and/or scarcity reconnecting themselves in a less efficient form, with the production losing in quality and variety because of the scarcity-of-the-moment depending on which raw material becomes or remains unavailable.

I find it abysmally sad. If only we had it in ourselves to regulate ourselves more, to make less children, to understand it’s pointless to try and accumulate things. If we had maybe one or two additional centuries with scientific research continuing at its pace, who can tell if we wouldn’t have managed to overcome the resources bottleneck? Maybe we’d have managed to farm asteroids, or to properly hack into our genome to boost our intelligence and become a better species, more intelligent, perhaps more empathic.

But, no, we’re running straight into the wall of the resources bottleneck in a context of chaos aggravated by the growing effects of climate change and population explosing (+4 billions soon) in the century to come, it’s not honestly doable for us to adapt ourselves to such an obstacle made of intertwined issues.

I’m not a depressive person, but I still have to live with this depressing thought, it saddens me. All we can do is enjoy what we got and hope we’ll reach the end of our lives before shit really hits the fan, basically. But I have children, and, what can I hope for them, that they’ll make it to the 20% most wealthy who’ll still have it easy, or encourage them to train for jobs that will always be necessary no mattter the context, such as in medecine? Not what I love thinking about.