“I like to be questioned”, he challenged him mark zuckerberg to his interviewer a month ago, clad in Zelenski’s green NATO shirt and with the same air of the optimist besieged by villains.
Do you like being hated?
Questioning is not the same as hate.
the creator of Facebook, or “Fishbull” in the very appropriate transposition of Belén Esteban, was lying or delusional in that conversation. The shirt didn’t quite fit, and not just because muscles delicately toned by a personal trainer define the new global titans as accurately as Havana cigars define the original robber barons and Michael Jordan. In the nonjudgmental version that calls for a sour section, the first hooded billionaire was cheating on the interviewer about him. I placed the Metaverse on it, with the tricks of a girdle seller and a cardboard suitcase linedas a paradise of “connection and communication”, when its prospective buyers are only interested in knowing if they will be able to kiss Ana de Armas in the parallel universe.
Nassim Nicholas Taleb orders to despise the predictions of those who do not risk their skin in their arguments, and Zuckerberg has lost one hundred billion euros in a year chasing his dream of a better and more expensive universe. It has fallen one step away from the goal. In the abrupt awakening, the financial partners did not share his economic largesse. From there the dismissal of 11,000 workersin the wake of Elon Musk which is the gold standard of digital tricksters.
If the crypto economy solves its crossroads by expelling workers that it considers a superfluous expense, it is not very different from the paleocapitalist carrot and stick. With the nuance that the impregnable ‘high tech’ never fired, it promised an indefinite job with a ping pong table next to the coffee machine. Now the expendable Ceylonese emigrants who have raised the Qatar World Cupbut LinkedIn resume engineers at universities with six-figure annual tuition. You have thrown yourself into studying mathematics and Zuckerberg considers you superfluouswhile evoking “that adolescent who did not attend classes at the institute, because he preferred to write computer programs secretly in my notebook”.
Nobody dares to confess publicly that they use Facebook anymore, a vice more old-fashioned than following the news of a conventional network or endure the endless 90 minutes of a football game. The asocial network has crowned the paradox of the old-fashioned sites, where no one goes anymore because they are always full. His magic has evaporated. The Harvard student who didn’t fit in took ten years to reach his first billion customers, now he wants to put blinders on another billion people that a cavalry would refuse. Getting paid, of course. The Metaverse has crashed into reality.
Mark Zuckerberg is a well-wired robot even cerebrally. He assumes sporting a ‘touché’, he does not show discomfort when answering “I don’t know” or “I don’t remember” to elementary questions of his company. His insecure character was sculpted by Aaron Sorkins in the early Metaverse, also known as Hollywood. ‘The social network’ will go down in history for its initial discussion. It’s funny that it corresponds to the same screenwriter who biographed Steve Jobsalso expelled from his paradise for biting the forbidden Apple.
“We are not the Ministry of Truth,” Zuckerberg defends himself. He shows that understands Orwell’s 1984 somewhat better than Feijóo, which is not saying much. The supreme person in charge of controlling literary barbarism on his network explains that, if they receive many messages about the American elections with IPs from Romania, they suspect that something smells rotten in Bucharest. Neither Inspector Clouseau, our grandmothers were more diligent in detecting fraud in the vegetable market. The tycoon does not rule out that he may have inadvertently created the Ministry of Lies. In Solomon’s version of it, “it may be better to get some bad guys in than to kick out some good guys.” Manichaeism 1.0.
The shiver that runs through you when Zuckerberg presents his Metaverse as “a perfected Zoom” confirms that a theoretical edifice of planetary dimension has been built where humanity has deposited its entire capitaland hanging by a thread. You can continue to believe in the supreme guides Zuckerberg or Musk, but now from the conviction that both do not have the slightest idea about the goal of this eventful journey.
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Mark Zuckerberg, fallen one step from the Goal