In a crystal cavern, beneath a blessed island of apples, there slumbers the once and future king in an enchanted sleep. He was placed there by a man with no mortal father, to rest and heal and to await the day the world would grow wide enough and wise enough to accept his reign.
As he sleeps, the true king dreams of a world where the information that was once bound in books may be copied instantly and infinitely, where learning belongs to the many instead of the few. He dreams of a world where a great leader can address crowds of nations as easily as he once spoke before crowds of people, where conquering empires are inexorably giving way to partnerships and fellowships. He dreams of a world where man’s intellect and scientific advances has begun to beat back the dire arithmetic under which the multitudes must starve to provide for the elect.
He dreams the world the way it should be, not the way that it is… but the gap between the two has never been narrower, and when the day comes that our world is enough like the king’s dream that the spell that keeps him slumbering cannot tell the two apart, he will awaken and lead us all to Camelot.
He has been asleep for a long time and may go on sleeping longer still. There has been much progress in the world, yes, but many in the world still hunger. Many lack access to the troves of accumulated knowledge. Many lack opportunities.
And even if all of those problems are rectified, there still remains one obstacle further. The path of progress is not straight, but branching, and we have not always chosen to wander down the right path.
“Fuck Segways,” he murmurs in his sleep before rolling over.
In the king’s dream, his knights have jetpacks.
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Segway:
Noun. To move, without interruption, from one thing to another, such as from a serious piece, to a humour piece, by means of small two-wheeled motorized vehicle.
interesting..
first?
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