This seems like a fairly accurate portrait of the coming generation, especially the bottom fifty percent. However, Point Three seems unlikely to occur for several reasons. There are too many alphas being raised outside of digital culture altogether for the Mass Man to be reborm. The advent of widespread homeschooling, combined with the formation of parallel societies will lead to a generation pillarized along the degree of communication technology deemed acceptable.
I think you'll see a split--alphas from families who took the screens away early enough will essentially recapitulate their parents 2000's Bush era Millennial lifestyles just as their parents did with their boomer grandparents, with all the attending faults. Alphas who have not been away from the Ipad for over 35 minutes continuously in their lives will agglomerate into the kind of ageless, shapeless, spark-of-lifeless biomass, akin to how most women of heavy Mayan descent seen working at fast food restaurants are today (think the Stevie Jankowski's wife variety).
How would you know whether the girth enhanced young lady working in your local fast food restaurant is Mayan, Aztec, Zapotec or Mixtec? Or are you referring specifically to Jankowski’s wife ? 😁
Not examined here is that Gen Alpha will be the last firmly “one-planet-species” generation. The 2030’s are going to see enormous Trades employment during the Great Upgrade to America’s electrical grid to support simultaneous hydrovampiric datacenters and reshored factorymaxxing. Concurrent to this will be both the opening of the moon to factories (counted as reshoring for tax purposes) and helium-3 scraping, and Mars for colonization and building a Helm’s Deep in case of Teh Asteroid. The 2040’s will see colonization of Europa by aristocratic Aryanmaxxers trying to build a Nova Europa with zero camels and a double-digit marriage age. Gen Builder/Bridge will grow up with laggy interplanetary internet and media filled with low-gravity side effects as character traits.
Dennis Learing sprawled on the living-room rug with a bowl of cereal balanced precariously on a cushion beside him.
The television filled half the wall. Not because televisions were especially large anymore—they were cheap enough that everyone had one the size of a movie screen—but because cartoons deserved proper presentation.
The opening theme of *The Three Worlds Patrol* thundered through the apartment.
"From the red sands! From the silver mines! From beneath the frozen sea!"
The camera swooped over three worlds.
Mars came first: dust-red deserts, greenhouse domes, and kilometer-tall towers glittering beneath a pale salmon sky.
Then Luna: endless factories hanging in black space, maglev trains running through vacuum tunnels, and gigantic helium-3 harvesters crawling across the gray regolith.
Finally Europa: shining crystal cities beneath transparent ice, where elegant nobles in embroidered pressure-cloaks looked down upon glowing oceans.
Dennis stuffed a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.
This was normal.
Not exciting. Not futuristic.
Normal.
His father had been born in 2010, back when people still argued about whether Mars would ever be settled. Dennis found that hilarious.
It would be like arguing whether Indiana existed.
On the screen, Captain Kira adjusted her magnetic boots.
"We've got trouble."
The Martian member of the Patrol, Jax Moreno, grinned.
"When don't we?"
The Europan noblewoman, Lady Elise von Rheingold, folded her hands with exaggerated dignity.
"My family has ruled Europa for six generations."
Jax rolled his eyes.
"You mention that every episode."
Dennis laughed.
The joke never got old.
The show loved making fun of Europans.
Everyone did.
Not because they disliked them, exactly.
Europa was just weird.
Mars had engineers.
Luna had factory workers.
Europa had counts, barons, and hereditary AI estates.
Every news report about Europa seemed to feature someone wearing a cape.
Dennis' mother called it "Europe finally admitting what it always wanted."
The villains appeared.
The Black Signal Syndicate had stolen a quantum relay station and were threatening to disrupt communications between Earth and Mars.
Dennis barely noticed the premise.
Every kid knew interplanetary internet could be annoying.
Messages to Mars took minutes.
Europa was worse.
Everybody joked about it.
When his cousin moved to Mars last year, video calls sometimes froze long enough for everyone to go refill drinks.
The cartoon exaggerated it for comedy.
A villain shouted:
"You'll never stop me!"
The transmission froze.
Five seconds passed.
Then ten.
Then fifteen.
Finally Jax's reply arrived.
"Sorry. Mars lag."
The audience laugh track erupted.
Dennis laughed too.
Outside the apartment window, construction cranes filled the skyline.
The Great Upgrade was still underway.
The old power grid had mostly been rebuilt, but there were always new substations, new reactors, new transmission corridors.
His dad worked on transformer installations.
His uncle worked at a small modular reactor site.
His neighbor's daughter had left for Luna to apprentice in orbital manufacturing.
Same old pattern. Ignorant elites always react hysterically to anything new, while the proles accept it in 10 seconds flat and make it old hat half a minute later.
Whereas the Millenial aesthetics were once positive, they are now normative for Zoomers. The Alphas grow up in an era where the entire of the culture is just one giant ball of normativity of that same Millenial culture. The zoomers haven’t really innovated on it, except as parody. And meanwhile, there is very little “offline” culture.
Thus, it seems to me like Generation Alpha will walk around in a digital world where everything has been “solved” (you can’t win by a better strategy, because there is no better strategy; Think LARPtube) and the physical world is barren of things to do.
I think “The Scientology Speedruns” will become the basis for Alpha culture, but the characteristics will lose more and more of a sense of “moral” claims of “cause”. It is just entertainment. There is no moral theory that can be gathered from Generation Alpha, except the one at the root of “morale”—as a force of getting people to go along with each-other;—The shared “raid” experience.
Some nomological determinism you're predicting here -- the "alpha" generation are the master morality bitchslapping overboys, toting their shamelessly hypergamous women? I don't buy it. I think the nomological determinism things runs in reverse -- "Baby Boomers" were the ones that got a generational slur for being disgustingly old, Millenials were an inconsequential stopgap batch before the great changing of the gears, Zoomers are slowmoving screenmelted zombies, and the Alphas will be a bunch of beta cucks.
Idk from what I’ve seen of alpha boys they’re pretty aggro, redpilled where Andrew Tate manosphere stuff is normal and not even surprising. Unsure how they’ll be “beta cucks”
Nietzsche fully socially realized ~100 years after his death.
Predictions too far in the future aren't super meaningful since they're more encompassed by generalities and therefore easier to make and less valuable
But given the trend, I wonder what the realization of Foucault will look like, since that's likely less than 100 years away
This seems like a fairly accurate portrait of the coming generation, especially the bottom fifty percent. However, Point Three seems unlikely to occur for several reasons. There are too many alphas being raised outside of digital culture altogether for the Mass Man to be reborm. The advent of widespread homeschooling, combined with the formation of parallel societies will lead to a generation pillarized along the degree of communication technology deemed acceptable.
https://swiftenterprises.substack.com/p/retroculture-and-the-future
I think you'll see a split--alphas from families who took the screens away early enough will essentially recapitulate their parents 2000's Bush era Millennial lifestyles just as their parents did with their boomer grandparents, with all the attending faults. Alphas who have not been away from the Ipad for over 35 minutes continuously in their lives will agglomerate into the kind of ageless, shapeless, spark-of-lifeless biomass, akin to how most women of heavy Mayan descent seen working at fast food restaurants are today (think the Stevie Jankowski's wife variety).
Mayan?!
I think he means nonspecific Hispanic
No. I meant specifically Mayan. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_peoples
How would you know whether the girth enhanced young lady working in your local fast food restaurant is Mayan, Aztec, Zapotec or Mixtec? Or are you referring specifically to Jankowski’s wife ? 😁
When you know, you just know.
Not examined here is that Gen Alpha will be the last firmly “one-planet-species” generation. The 2030’s are going to see enormous Trades employment during the Great Upgrade to America’s electrical grid to support simultaneous hydrovampiric datacenters and reshored factorymaxxing. Concurrent to this will be both the opening of the moon to factories (counted as reshoring for tax purposes) and helium-3 scraping, and Mars for colonization and building a Helm’s Deep in case of Teh Asteroid. The 2040’s will see colonization of Europa by aristocratic Aryanmaxxers trying to build a Nova Europa with zero camels and a double-digit marriage age. Gen Builder/Bridge will grow up with laggy interplanetary internet and media filled with low-gravity side effects as character traits.
Dennis Learing sprawled on the living-room rug with a bowl of cereal balanced precariously on a cushion beside him.
The television filled half the wall. Not because televisions were especially large anymore—they were cheap enough that everyone had one the size of a movie screen—but because cartoons deserved proper presentation.
The opening theme of *The Three Worlds Patrol* thundered through the apartment.
"From the red sands! From the silver mines! From beneath the frozen sea!"
The camera swooped over three worlds.
Mars came first: dust-red deserts, greenhouse domes, and kilometer-tall towers glittering beneath a pale salmon sky.
Then Luna: endless factories hanging in black space, maglev trains running through vacuum tunnels, and gigantic helium-3 harvesters crawling across the gray regolith.
Finally Europa: shining crystal cities beneath transparent ice, where elegant nobles in embroidered pressure-cloaks looked down upon glowing oceans.
Dennis stuffed a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.
This was normal.
Not exciting. Not futuristic.
Normal.
His father had been born in 2010, back when people still argued about whether Mars would ever be settled. Dennis found that hilarious.
It would be like arguing whether Indiana existed.
On the screen, Captain Kira adjusted her magnetic boots.
"We've got trouble."
The Martian member of the Patrol, Jax Moreno, grinned.
"When don't we?"
The Europan noblewoman, Lady Elise von Rheingold, folded her hands with exaggerated dignity.
"My family has ruled Europa for six generations."
Jax rolled his eyes.
"You mention that every episode."
Dennis laughed.
The joke never got old.
The show loved making fun of Europans.
Everyone did.
Not because they disliked them, exactly.
Europa was just weird.
Mars had engineers.
Luna had factory workers.
Europa had counts, barons, and hereditary AI estates.
Every news report about Europa seemed to feature someone wearing a cape.
Dennis' mother called it "Europe finally admitting what it always wanted."
The villains appeared.
The Black Signal Syndicate had stolen a quantum relay station and were threatening to disrupt communications between Earth and Mars.
Dennis barely noticed the premise.
Every kid knew interplanetary internet could be annoying.
Messages to Mars took minutes.
Europa was worse.
Everybody joked about it.
When his cousin moved to Mars last year, video calls sometimes froze long enough for everyone to go refill drinks.
The cartoon exaggerated it for comedy.
A villain shouted:
"You'll never stop me!"
The transmission froze.
Five seconds passed.
Then ten.
Then fifteen.
Finally Jax's reply arrived.
"Sorry. Mars lag."
The audience laugh track erupted.
Dennis laughed too.
Outside the apartment window, construction cranes filled the skyline.
The Great Upgrade was still underway.
The old power grid had mostly been rebuilt, but there were always new substations, new reactors, new transmission corridors.
His dad worked on transformer installations.
His uncle worked at a small modular reactor site.
His neighbor's daughter had left for Luna to apprentice in orbital manufacturing.
Nobody thought any of this was remarkable.
The cartoon cut to commercial.
An advertisement appeared.
"Build your future on Mars!"
A smiling family stood before a settlement dome.
"Skilled trades needed. Habitat maintenance. Agricultural systems. Mining automation."
Dennis ignored it.
Every commercial break had at least one Mars ad.
The next commercial offered educational exchanges to Europa.
The one after that promoted Lunar technical academies.
When every world needed workers, everyone advertised.
The cartoon returned.
The heroes arrived at the relay station.
Jax bounded effortlessly through low gravity.
Captain Kira used a Lunar maneuvering pack.
Lady Elise floated gracefully through a corridor.
Each character moved differently.
Children learned to recognize it automatically.
Martians had slightly elongated proportions.
Lunars tended to be compact and muscular.
Europans moved with that strange floating elegance that came from growing up under even less gravity than Mars.
Dennis never questioned why cartoon characters from different worlds walked differently.
It was like noticing someone had brown hair or blue eyes.
A character trait.
The villains were defeated.
The relay station was saved.
The three heroes stood together against a backdrop of stars.
The narrator delivered the episode's lesson.
"Different worlds. Different lives. One human family."
Dennis rolled his eyes.
The show always got preachy at the end.
He preferred the action scenes.
The credits began.
His cereal bowl was empty.
From the kitchen, his mother called.
"Dennis! Don't forget your call with Grandpa."
"Okay!"
He padded over to the wall display and accepted the connection.
The screen flickered.
A familiar face appeared.
"Morning, kiddo."
Grandpa lived on Mars.
Behind him, through a dome window, red mountains stretched across the horizon.
"Morning, Grandpa."
The signal delay was only a few minutes today.
Pretty good.
"You watch your cartoons?"
"Yep."
"The Patrol again?"
"They stopped the Black Signal Syndicate."
"Good thing," Grandpa said gravely. "Otherwise Mars would've had to wait twenty minutes for cat videos."
Dennis giggled.
That was an old joke.
Grandpa always told it.
The connection paused for a moment.
Mars lag.
Then Grandpa continued.
"You know, when I was your age, there weren't any Martians."
Dennis frowned.
Grandpa liked telling stories about the old days.
They never sounded real.
"What do you mean?"
"There were astronauts, but no Martians. No Lunar factories. No Europans. Just Earth."
Dennis considered this.
The idea felt strange.
Like saying there had once been no oceans.
Or no airplanes.
Or no Saturday morning cartoons.
"That sounds boring."
Grandpa laughed.
The delay made the laugh arrive in two pieces.
"It kind of was."
Dennis glanced back toward the television.
An advertisement for next week's episode was playing.
The Patrol would be traveling to the asteroid settlements.
Cool.
Maybe someday he'd go there too.
Mars.
Luna.
Europa.
The Belt.
Earth.
To Dennis Learing, age eight, these weren't destinations on humanity's frontier.
They were simply places.
The ordinary geography of the human world.
Same old pattern. Ignorant elites always react hysterically to anything new, while the proles accept it in 10 seconds flat and make it old hat half a minute later.
someone has to have good news for zoomer boys… anything, i beg u
You're evil enough dw fam
reassuring thanks
Generation Alpha = Generation Barbarian.
Whereas the Millenial aesthetics were once positive, they are now normative for Zoomers. The Alphas grow up in an era where the entire of the culture is just one giant ball of normativity of that same Millenial culture. The zoomers haven’t really innovated on it, except as parody. And meanwhile, there is very little “offline” culture.
Thus, it seems to me like Generation Alpha will walk around in a digital world where everything has been “solved” (you can’t win by a better strategy, because there is no better strategy; Think LARPtube) and the physical world is barren of things to do.
I think “The Scientology Speedruns” will become the basis for Alpha culture, but the characteristics will lose more and more of a sense of “moral” claims of “cause”. It is just entertainment. There is no moral theory that can be gathered from Generation Alpha, except the one at the root of “morale”—as a force of getting people to go along with each-other;—The shared “raid” experience.
Great work. Im sure you had to sleep with a lit of Zoomets to get this information
Some nomological determinism you're predicting here -- the "alpha" generation are the master morality bitchslapping overboys, toting their shamelessly hypergamous women? I don't buy it. I think the nomological determinism things runs in reverse -- "Baby Boomers" were the ones that got a generational slur for being disgustingly old, Millenials were an inconsequential stopgap batch before the great changing of the gears, Zoomers are slowmoving screenmelted zombies, and the Alphas will be a bunch of beta cucks.
Idk from what I’ve seen of alpha boys they’re pretty aggro, redpilled where Andrew Tate manosphere stuff is normal and not even surprising. Unsure how they’ll be “beta cucks”
The iPad kid egregore
From what I see in them, they are very low key
Based
Nietzsche fully socially realized ~100 years after his death.
Predictions too far in the future aren't super meaningful since they're more encompassed by generalities and therefore easier to make and less valuable
But given the trend, I wonder what the realization of Foucault will look like, since that's likely less than 100 years away
All I can tell for certain is they won't like iswael vewy much
Can’t wait to see the legs on those Martian Betettes myself