Year 2061, Silicon Valley, Mars-Headquarter, fifth anniversary,
forwhich David Bletterman interviewed Bezos, Gates,
Musk and the psychologist Dr. Sigmund F.
They had bought Mars, founded a new state, a Martian-State,
to which exclusively painters, writers, actors, artists in general,
who had been accused of being racists or sexists on Earth,
or had done, said, made, thought, things that were no longer acceptable
in the light of the new morality, were handed over on mars.
But even those who opposed the ›Cancel-Culture‹ or the ›identity politics‹,
or the ›insult culture‹, or what addresses ›microaggressions‹,
were transferred to Mars. But had to undergo an aptitude test to make sure
that all of these stayed among themselves only. That they got no help,
no instructions, no guidance, nor any sort of support from the other side,
from those who wanted to finally be happy on earth with the new morals.
„Well“, Gates came first, „I had no doubt that this would be the best idea
„You had no doubt?“, Bletterman said.
„No, I hadn’t.“
„You hear him“, Bezos smilled, „as I told you.“
„What's wromg with it“, Gates answered with his typical impish grin.
„Nothing wrong“, Bezos answered, „you are a good guy, I like you“.
Gates kept smilling.
„Well, nice to have you here, I'm very pleased“, Bletterman said again,
very peppy, very invitingly.
„What was the question“, Gates asked.
„Doubts. Why you had no doubts?“, Bletterman said.
„It was just a feeling, like...“
„A feeling“, Bezos interrupted again, smilling, „says the man who invented,
what was it...“
Gates got laughing.
„Sorry, sorry“, Bezos said, „I’m quiet now, I close up my mouth now,
really, I'll keep my mouth shut.“
„His need to interrupt it’s a psychology matter“, Gates said greening,
turning to Sigmund for a moment.
„Perhaps we go first with you“, Bletterman said, turning to Bezos,
„What are you thinking about that what’s happened on earth, afterwards? After you purchase,
after the bad guys here were shipped off to Mars?“
„None of us had any idea, none of us believed, not even for a second,
that it would turn into a situation like that.“
„I can explain it. Look…“, Sigmund said.
„Shut up“, Bletterman silenced him. „Sorry for that“, he then said,
„I come latter back to you. Go ahead son“, turning to Bezos, but Musk started then.
„We all believed doing something good. I mean, could have happened any better than that?
Getting rid of all those who were accused, and this way leaf the world with a clean
„Perhaps, I can…“, Sigmund tried again.
„Shut up“, Bletterman silenced him again, „sorry for that, latter, perhaps.“
Then turning to Gates, „You had no doubts, you said, at the beginning. Why not?“
„I guess none had any doubts, I mean just remember all the celebration around the globe,
at the day they had believed to have found the last one, who needs to shipped off to Mars.“
„Shipped off mars - “, Blettermen repeated, „sounds like - well, lets drop it“,
and uttered then a long, „yeaaaah, yeaaaah, I remember it very well.“
„It took just 4 weeks“, Bezos started again „and they blamed someone else.
But this time not because of sexism or racism or any else, but to be one who cooperates with us,
somehow. Or any other madness.“
„Madness?“, Bletterman repeated with a questioning tone, blinking at Musk,
„he said, he named the new morality ›madness‹? What we gonna do with this guy?“
„Well, cant say“, Musk said with a serious expression on his face.
„Let me think, hold on, just a moment. How about we all call it madness,
here on Mars. It has to be the opinion of the majority,
then its considered as the truth.“
„We cant do that. It’s a law issue“, Bletterman said.
„Who’s Law?“, Musk asked.
„His!“, said Bletterman, pointing his forefinger demonstratively at Doc Sigmund F.
„Quote“, he then went on. „Dr. Sigmund F., Jan 5, year 2056:
›Whoever declares truthfulness of a thing or thingness,
animate or inanimate nature, only by supposed or actual majority opinion,
will be shot on side.‹“
„Jesus ?! Doc?! Whats the matter with you“, they all argued.
„That's not what I wrote there!“, Doc Sigmund replied, very upset,
„this...this fucker, has simply added something.“
„Yes. I did“, Bletterman admitted with a shabby grin,
„I couldn't resist?“
„Ok Doc. It's all fine, calm down.“
„I am the calm itself!“
„Allright, allright,Bezos turned to face him directly
again „What's the point of it? This, - what was it, - a factual thing, a thing-fact
, - give me a break.“
„It prevents the emergence anew of a world in which there is no longer any truth,
but only narratives.“
„Then we are really fucked“, Musk said.
Resounding laughter, loud and powerful, Bezos clappsed Musk shoulder,
Bletterman raised his hand to give Gates five.
„Perhaps, this is a suitable moment to…“, Sigmund tried again but very
coutiausly this time.
„Jesus fuck“, Bletterman puffed desperately, „go on then damned. Make your shitty speach!“
„Good, good“, Sigmund thanked him, smiled a little. But it was a mocking, polite smile,
one that was meant to say: ›not you‹.
A moment which appears as if the relationship, of these glorious four, had apparently changed somewhat,
since they had bought Mars five years ago.. „I'll keep it short and simple“,
he then immediately continued speaking so as not to give Bletterman a chance to respond.
„Imagine people who always and immediately
feel inferior, just by the fact that there are celebrities, but without being aware of it.
They just notice some kind of discomfort. And suddenly they have the opportunity to cut them
off their knees, And suddenly they see a way to get rid of it,
of this discomfort of being nothing, to put an end to their own puniness by accusing,
by damaging reputation, by trimming everything and anything to the same height,
like a gardener with a hedge trimmer.“
„What about those who were aware of it? I can clearly remember that many
even addressed it explicitly with it.“
„Yes, I know. But. Something that is often addressed as proof of being a grown
up, - but, - I don't want to discuss it now, - I don't want to, - discuss it now.
It is, - the -a b i l i t y- to let a supposed or actual insult drip off. Not to show oneself wounded.
No company, big or small, can be managed, not even for 4 weeks, if everyone complains,
every day, that they have been insulted. If everyone wants to have his 'wounds' taken
care of every day. At all times, to manage a company was only possible, if men as well as
women, were able, were able to let it drip off at themselves. It doesn't matter if one is
obviously taunting, or if it only appears to be. Its nothing but a further proof of how
childish it is. Because it is typically childish, just at the apparent,
to scream, to yell. Because otherwise it could look like I'm being made fun of.
And this worry is a typical childish worry. And I would always argue that this
is true for any kind of society.“
„Hemmm“, Bletterman put on a disingenuous civil servant grin, tapping the tabletop
with his pencil in a subliminally admonishing manner.
„But when that was done“, Sigmund went on, „What then? And the answer to that,
has caused that what happened on earth then. Only a few weeks later,
a few weeks after the, - after the, - great celebration. People were accused,
those who were honored yesterday. Because, needless to say, - to feel inferior forwhy
everything and nothing, or offended, it doesn't stop just because everyone
has now been trimmed to the 'same size'. Since it has nothing to do with the existence
of celebrities. Inferiority is one of the feelings that we don't like to admit,
just like all the fears we had when we were 12, wherefore we have constantly
subjected ourselves to tests of courage. And I'm sure you also formed gangs at that age,
and every newcomer had to pass tests of courage. Today we laugh about those fears, thanks God.
But, try to see how much they were the reason for all the tests of courage.
We could not really describe or name these fears, they were vague,
they created an uneasiness, which we just wanted to get rid of somehow.
And what was better than being a member of a gang, where everyone had to perform heroic
deeds in order to join. And now let's look from here at the example of the Swiss author,
Eugen Grominger. Students found one of his his poems sexist, because it talks about
›flowers and women‹. He himself then organized an event, where mainly that type of women
were gathered, who wasn’t interested in a discussion, but only to get the upper hand,
of the event. And, - then, - they couldn't stop stepping on him. Because it felt good,
it felt so great, it felt like something that might even transform them.
The reputation of this man, his prestige, his popularity, his fame,
if all that smashed to pieces now, then something of it must remain with us. And for some,
it's also a way to indirectly shout to the world: ›Hello, hello,
I'm not a celebrity, but only because the world is so, - so, - bad. Hello, hello you, -
you, - mentally impaired people out there, do you see now who you are admiring? Actually,
'we' should be on the pedestal.‹“
„Doc!, hold on a second“, Gates interrupted him. „That's something to which even
I would agree. being successful is damned dependent on the situation in the country,
on the social status and god knows what else.“
„Never mind”, Sigmund agreed, „it’s exactly as you said. So, what purpose has then
their actions against Grominger? Can their actions, this type of actions,
there, at this event, serve, any purpose, anyhow?“
„Point well made Doc“, Bezos said.
„Well, thank you. Let me finish my thought now.”
„Of course, of course.”
„Needless to say, they would never say so, they always deny it, always saying:
›we are fighting for a better world‹. But the truth is upside down here, - similar
to the condemnation of sexuality in Catholic regions. They condemn it, but prostitution
always flourishes very well in such regions. In such regions, women in particular must
always be especially careful not to show any signs of sexual interest for a man.
And this presses both sides into a behavioral corset.
Both sides are then always full of fear of having given cause for suspicion somewhere
forwhich they then accuse the next best person who happens to be passing by.
Well, I can't prove that, now, here, but if they really wanted a better world,
if they really wanted that, yeah? You understand? You're still listening?
The Swiss author, the ones who attacked him, - ,they would have stopped kicking him,
the moment he was already down. And probably wouldn't even start doing it. Because,
it is a very childish idea of good and evil. So approximately, - the world is evil because
there are evil people. Or, - the evil is where he, she, it, are just different somehow.
So we have to silence them, to shut them up, to make sure they never make any step with
out our permission and everything will be fine.“
„Hemmm“, Bletterman put on a disingenuous civil servant grin again,
tapping the tabletop with his pencil in a subliminally admonishing manner.
Reached for his glasses with his other hand, in sort of elegantly movement to adjust it.
Repeat it please", he then said, „but backwards. Perhaps something comes out of it.”
Gates laughed, Bezos joined in, Musk smilled.
„Well“, Sigmund said forceing a grin upon his face„perhaps.…“
Bletterman got himself ready for his usual speech to close the show,
but Musk with a „hold on a second.“, stopped him. „I found that very interesting Doc.
really. But, - a simple question, - inferiority, if that is the reason, what needs
to be done then? What can be done at all? Invent a sort of pill? To free them somehow,
„Means a truckload of pills“, Gates added questionably.
„Probably the pill has to be given every day”, said Bezos, with a very worried mimic.
„So they gradually become addicted to it? What madness do we have then?“
„That's all nonsense“, Sigmund replied loudly, angrily, resignedly.
„Calm your self Doc!“, Bletterman commanded him.
„Of course, of course“, Sigmund acquiesced, stroking his doublet,
and tugging a little at his suit. Then he uttered a „look“, from itself.
One that would be very appropriate elsewhere. Perhaps in a course for six-year-olds.
Here, however, it gave him the aura of a schlimazel, who unintentionally smeared
drollness on his bread. „Look, to be seized by this feeling is not a disease.
It is, - that's the way it is. There is no way around the fact that human beings,
in this world, encounter things or people next to whom they feel small.
That happens at one day for the first time, and also occurs again and again.
Completely no matter whether dictatorship, capitalism, socialism,
communism or ur-society. Usually it's part of coming of age, you become aware of it.
Maybe it was always a minority, that found this awareness,
because...whatever, who knows. But, - then started the age of the internet.
And all the questions that life asks, - yeah? Understand? Those are the questions, -
with which you can best present yourself as mature, -
were aligned with the majority opinion. For having, in this way, absoluteness
in these questions as well...“
„Who gives a damn whether there is absoluteness to be found!.“
Bletterman seemed on the edge.
„Don't ask! Listen!“, Sigmund angrily replied.
„Calm your self Doc!“, Bletterman commanded him.
„Just ignore him“, Musk said „go ahead Doc.“
„To be a Grown up, was always, and still is, an excessively strong need in a
certain phase of life, and has always been equated with wisdom, with profundity,
with ... with, - with these, with thee questions that the life out there has.
I am sure you all would claim, that you have never considered it that way.
But it doesn't matter! It doesn't matter, whether you, or I, considere it this way.
Try to imagine that there are those for whom this is the essence of being an adult.
But the world has become a place that doesn't allow anymore a ›somehow‹, or a ›maybe‹,
or a ›probably‹. Every damn thing ...“
„Calm your self Doc!“ Bletterman repeated.
„EVERY FUCKING THING“, Sigmund repeated, staring at Bletterman and went on,
„has to be absolute, no matter how. And because life, thee life,
is asking about things which cannot be counted, weighed or measured. -
whats left then to satisfy the need of having absoluteness? To have a majority behind you.
And the others, must themselves, should themselves, - bend, show themselves to be reasonable.
One is unable to just sort of tolerate them. If being an adult means nothing but to know,
about these questions, then every group, every person out there who thinks differently
is of course dangerous. Is something which is undermining. They are only able to
put up with them if, - they must be named as the idiots, the bad ones, the disturbed ones.“
„Doc?!“, Gates interrupted him, „it doesn't answer the question!“
„First you have to understand, damned“, Sigmund got snorting.
„Calm yourself Doc“, Bletterman commanded him, „or we punish you otherwise.
You cant imagine what punishment we have her on mars“, got a waterpistol out of his pocket
and start shooting him: „There you have it. There you get what you deserve!
There you have it.“
Sigmund froze. Stone cold his expression. „You stupid fucks! All of you!“
„Calm yourself Doc!“, Bletterman repeated, „or I get out my pockets something else.“
„You stupid fucks!“ repeated Sigmund.
„Ha ha hha haaa Ho ho haaa !“, they all got laughing, Gates, Musk, Bezos, Bletterman.
Knocked their shoulders, giving high fives each other.
„He has to have a last chance“, Bezos then said finally.
„Of course he needs to have a last chance“, Musk agreed.
„You wanna comment?“ Bletterman turning to Gates.
„I like this Guy. Go ahead.“
„I cant belive that I agreed to this“, Sigmund continued in resignation.
„C'me on Doc“, Bletterman said with a sundaygrin on his face, „could be worse,
dont you think.“
„Ha ha hha haaa Ho ho haaa !“, they all got laughing again, except Sigmund.
„Just for the record“, Sigmund then went on again „not for you.
One day mankind will look back,
or Martiankind, if you like. They will watch the interview and then they should at least
find some useful things in it.“
„And so they will, no doubt, no doubt at all. Ha, ha, ha, haaa. Ho ho haaa ha ha haaa.“
A type of facial expression settles on Sigmund's face, as if he had long since disappeared
from this interview. Very pathetically, he then continued: „Everything that has been
achieved in civilization, in human rights, women's rights, has always happened between
countries with great economic disparities. If the economically inferior had always been
let themselves guided only by their inferiority, the world would probably have stopped
somewhere at horse and cart, and probably would have….“
„Unfortunately I have to cut you off“, Bletterman interrupted him. „I'm really
incredibly sorry Doc“, he said, pushing the pages of paper with the supposed
or actual notes together as if they were a pile of garbage and started his usual
speech to close the show. „Ladies and Gentlemen“, raising his voices,
„we‘ve had a lot of fun again! Thanks for watching us! Have a nice evening,
and you all very welcome to join us tomorrow. No matter where you live, Venus,
Mars or even on...aaahh, I better shut my mouth now, by by, see you tomorrow.“