Goddamnit, why did I read the last few posts in here. That was depressing and you're only a decade or so ahead of me.
Only depressing because the last few generations of Americans have expected more from life. Unquantifiably more. Drama-waiting-to-happen more. Honestly, don't ask us thirty somethings about either jack or shit, because we don't know anything yet, and we're tremendously dull company with our constant "Coulda been a contenda, Charlie" soliloquies. Maybe our wispy hipster facial hair can grow into full-fledged gray beards of wisdom in a few decades, but right now it just ain't happening, so reserve questions for better generations than us.
Regardless, I'm here to comment about the short story
Manna.
Eric then began buying other resources he needed -- factories, mines, companies around the world. He also began building new factories in Australia, all of them completely automated, to build robots. With his $1 trillion, he needed to buy all of the resources necessary for one billion people to be completely self-sufficient. He was able to accomplish that goal in Australia for about $600 billion."
Sorry, SalmonGod, but that short story is hopelessly unrealistic.
$600 billion will not purchase the resources necessary for a billion frigging people to live self-sufficiently. $600 a person barely gets them all transported to Australia. Now you've got a billion penniless people in Australia, how do you even begin feeding a billion people in a place that will inevitably need to import food from other countries? What about homes? The math is off by orders of magnitude.
Eric also started with several core principles that govern life for people [...] Another is complete recyclability. The resources owned by the project are finite, and by making everything completely recyclable, they are reused over and over and never diminish.
Perpetual motion machines! I thought we had debunked those conclusively. Someone has figured out how to break the Second Law of Thermodynamics and get complete recyclability, it appears. Even the most successful recycling process, that of recycling paper, eventually wears out the fibers of the cellulose, and they can't make good paper pulp after about seven cycles. You can't perpetually sustain consumption on old resources. In the real world, recycling can sometimes be effective, but no one has seriously posited that you could ever get
everything back in a recycling process. Until now.
And also, who repairs robots that break down? Everyone else can float along in a blissful state of extreme gratification of desires, but who is doing the drudgery of keeping the robots serviced and sacrificing his own free time? Who is doing the programming? It's cute to say that the laws are being made by a democratic system and enforced by robots, but then the key is, who is converting the laws and regulations understood by humans into machine-readable instructions for enforcement?
Probably... Eric?
That's the underlying problem, the role of Eric is messianic. Chapter 5 is all non-stop "Eric this" and "Eric that." Eric realized, Eric foresaw, Eric knew, Eric created rules. I might go so far as to guess that Eric is, in fact, Marshall Brain himself under a Gary Sue. I'd rather be oppressed by robots than one man's vision of what humanity needs. And being oppressed by robots
is one man's vision of what humanity needs.
"The refs are robots. They watch your sensory feed as it is coming in and look for rule violations. For example, let's say you start screaming obscenities at someone in public. The refs would flag that and detain you. It's against the rules to scream at someone in public, mainly because no one wants to be around when it happens."
I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, when Australia Project was being talked about as a utopia in comparison to dystopian Manna-driven America, and yet every moment of everyone's lives was being recorded, and robots were enabled to shut people's nervous systems down. I was awaiting for a literary masterstroke where Australia and America are ultimately revealed to be nearly the same in reality, but the flip never occurred, and the Australia Project was unironically being presented as utopia.
The only reason that the poor people in America are living in foam housing, and the people in Australia are living luxuriously is a miscalculation of the resources necessary to actually sustain such a difference. There aren't enough resources in the world to accomplish that lifestyle for a billion people. The only difference between the roboguards detaining people in the foam housing project in America, and the refs in Australia is even greater control of freedoms.
It's a scary damn story. I sincerely hope that most readers are freaked out by it.