What Is a "Modern" War?
Nuclear warheads aren't flying anywhere yet. They're still chilling in their stables, guarded by careful stable boys with shiny boots. So let's look at the less apocalyptic — but just as deadly — alternative. You know, all that beef with tanks and cannons.
Here are the key takeaways:
Bigger piles of biomass crush smaller piles of biomass.
I'm not saying this to insult anyone, but war itself reminds us — brutally — that you're not some special snowflake of individuality. Your fears, hopes, lived experiences, dreams, goals — they all get shoved into the background. The only thing that matters is whose horde is bigger. That's total dehumanization, and yeah, dude, it's very real. I hate it as much as you do.
There's no Death Star tech from Star Wars.
The world still doesn't have a magic button that fires a single beam and wipes out entire planets — or at least whole armies, or even just a small battalion. Nope. The same old "human resource" is still the backbone of modern war.
So forget the fairy tales about "drone wars" or "tech battles." The tech is still in diapers. Even with governments throwing in trillions, there aren't any new-age Da Vincis inventing a Cyber-Ultra-Mega-Laser out of duct tape and junkyard scraps.
And if by some miracle someone does stumble onto a breakthrough technology, don't worry — it'll be stolen, copied, and mass-distributed faster than you can say "classified."
So don't put on that long-suffering NPC face from Warcraft and whine in a doomed voice: "Work, work… Yes, milord."
We're not ready for that fight. Not yet.
This is an excerpt from my upcoming book — the one that would've already ended up as proper toilet equipment if e-books could physically satisfy such needs. If you ever stumble upon it in the digital wilderness — read it. If not — you're syrup.
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