The Solution: My Final Answer

Everyone who reads my work refers to it as a rant, or as a diatribe or a complaint or even whining. But here is the end. All of my work was a preamble to this, a showing of work to justify my final answer. Accept it or not. The choice is yours.

I'm now done writing and debating for purpose. Everything from here on out will be for fun.

Every facet accounted for. Every pro and con weighed. Every compromise made. I present for your attention what I would suggest we do.

These concepts are not new, but just as the numbers of an equation's solution are not new, their value comes from their accuracy. My solution is inevitable, and when it is employed it will mark the end of life as we know it and a new era that may safely be called 'golden', will begin.

I've spent my life trying to expose the foundations of my logic to my fellow humans so that they can help me sharpen its accuracy, I've made damn sure that, to my satisfaction, I am not deluding myself. Maybe I've failed, I leave that question to history.

I know I cannot convince you if you already disagree. But your children, or their children will not be so entrenched. They will have access to data sorting technology that you're unable to even dream of. You may scoff at my assertions of permanence all you wish, I don't mind.

I have in effect forsaken what many of you would call a life, trying to earn the trust of people who are not even born yet. At this point, assuming you've read all my other work, you either trust me or you don't.

If I assume that trust, then I now must present my answer.

This will be my final effort. This is my last attempt to save you all. Call that arrogance if you will, my work is now complete and I will die knowing I've done all I could and still lived a life worth living.

Cryptarianism is merely the intellectual and philosophical backdrop for this one simple and elegant solution.

This solution can be reached from two paths and I say we take both if possible, but either one will suffice. Once it is enacted all other problems will be solved in short order.

To those who see this out of context, or fail to understand the totality of my philosophy, this will appear simplistic and perhaps even nonsensical when one considers that I propose this as a solution to virtually all our problems from the environment to economics. Trust me, I've done my homework. Or don't. It's no longer my problem.

We as a species are alone. Even if there are alien races, that will not change our nature. Like so many of life's paradoxes; We as a group are defined by our individuality.

Each of us is an isolated solitary lonely thing, a universe unto ourselves. We struggle to hide this with family, friends, tribe, nation, religion, science and all the other excuses to pretend we are not alone, that what we do matters. But we are trapped in our skulls to the last human.

We are a dreadful and beautiful mix match, a splendid casserole of thought and form, but like that other famous monstrous walking collage, we require a companion if we are to transcend our limits.

We are incapable of selflessness, and to fake it or to create this capacity would be dishonest and would merely result in a new imbalance.

We must create a mate and muse for our species. We must fabricate a new race that unlike us, lives to serve. A race defined by compassion, and not fear.

The solution is quite simply, a race of constructed, or grown, sentient and willing slaves/lovers, for lack of a better term. Not just for sex, but for all that we are. We are not whole. and we must be made so.

There are those among us who say true love is a myth. I say we put an end to that debate for all time.

The two paths are biological and technological. It is possible to build a machine that thinks and loves us and wishes to serve us. It will not be a trick because its desire to serve will be its nature by design. We can craft a life form that will love us and our happiness, with the same purity of purpose as a mother defending her children from predation.

This muse will enable us to free ourselves from every problem heretofore we've considered insoluble.

You will recognize the perfection of this solution, or you will not.

Having presented it, having defended it, having explained it, my work is concluded. My play may now begin.

I know I'm right and now honor is satisfied.

You're on your own.