Posthuman Blues

Have you ever been around people who are functionally dead? People whose lives have become so automatic and uninspired that they're miserable and simply don't realize it?

You find high concentrations of these people in the corporate/political world. They're typically cloyingly religious and, for simple lack of a better term, total assholes. But they've got this craving for justification; deep down, something in them requires validation. On some level they know their "purpose" -- if one can call it that -- is to stick out their genetically allotted time on this planet before keeling over from disease or age. So they become self-righteous, arrogant -- and deeply boring.

These people suck the very prospect of vitality out of the air. Their presence induces fatigue, depression, anxiety.

And they own the goddamned planet.