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​I HAVE A DREAM

A Tech Billionaire's Dream
for a Post-Human Future

I am pleased to stand here today on the threshold of a new civilization—not one born of equality, fraternity, or democracy, but of vision, venture capital, and vertical ascent

I have a dream—a dream that one day, the future will no longer be held hostage by the irrational whims of the unintelligent. That democracy, that disastrous populist experiment, will at last be privatized.

I have a dream that one day, Silicon Valley will stretch from sea to shining sea, and those with net worths over $10 million shall inherit the Earth—or at least a very well-governed Seastead.

I have a dream that one day, little algorithmic boys and little algorithmic girls will grow up free—not free in the messy, collective sense—but free in the pure, frictionless sense: free from taxes, regulations, and social obligations.

I have a dream that one day, every billionaire will be judged not by the content of their character, but by the size of their crypto wallet and the novelty of their disruption.

I have a dream that government will be replaced by smart contracts, that borders will be optional for billionnaires, and that all human interaction will be mediated by apps created by Stanford dropouts.

I have a dream that one day, people will no longer be born equal—but will instead be ranked, rated, and genetically optimized before implantation. And those who oppose this will be gently nudged out of the gene pool.

I have a dream that the old myths—of nations, gods, and democracy—will be replaced by new myths: of founders, singularities, and subscription models. And lo, the first shall be last, and the last shall be seed-funded.

I have a dream that someday soon, we shall escape this earthly prison—not with wings of hope, but with a rocket powered by entrepreneurial will and zero-gravity capitalism. Mars shall be our Monaco. The Moon, our Cayman Islands.

I have a dream today.

Let the disruptive dream ring out from the co-working spaces of San Francisco.

Let it ring out from the blockchain bunkers of Singapore.

Let it ring out from the cryogenic labs of Scottsdale, where the frozen faithful await resurrection into the Cloud.

Let it ring out from the floating libertopias at sea, where government cannot reach—and neither can the poor.

And when this happens—when every child knows that their only real hope is to pitch a start-up by age twelve, when no one ever says “we” again unless it’s in a Terms of Service agreement—then we will finally shout together:

“Free at last! Free at last! Thank the Algorithm Eternal, we are optimized at last!”