Emerald City Syndrome, or ECS in short, is a fairly new, common, but unknown cognitive disorder.
Which, since the beginning of this millennium, had slowly infected my brain and distorted my perception of reality. It immediately became apparent to me that for decades, I had been severely suffering from a modern mental disorder. It took until the Corona Pandemic before I finally got my answer after I bought my first Bitcoin. How could it be? Was my childhood fantasy so misplaced? Where was I wrong in my thinking? It didn’t make sense to me at all and I could find no explanation to what I was observing. It seemed like we were hurtling towards slavery instead of liberty. Somehow my adult life had become a struggle, with expensive rent and food and all the signs of prices continuing to rise.
But with each spin around the star, I got older, and I slowly forgot about my childhood dream. I was sure of it and couldn’t wait for this marvelous future to arrive. Maybe the arithmetic deductions were still running hot in my biocomputer after math class, but the insight remained clear as crystal: A global freedom event was going to happen within my lifetime, probably within the next three decades. Technology will make our life cheaper, free up our time, and finally set us free.” We’ll run our computers, robots and machines to do our work. “One day, we’ll be able to tap into the Sun and have energy in abundance. I stopped my bike, closed my eyes, and basked for a moment in the yellow sphere’s splendor -when it hit me: When I pedaled my bike around the corner I was suddenly struck in the face by the warm rays of the Sun and felt its energy warm my cheeks. With my key, I quickly unlocked the metal chain, in order to race back home so as not to miss my favorite cartoons on tv. I grabbed my bag and coat and ran towards my little gold-sprayed bike that was parked in the shadows of the brown brick walls that surrounded the schoolyard. All the kids stood up from their chairs and rushed for the classroom door to either go home or play outside. The minute hand had hit 12, and it was 3 o'clock. I was scribbling down solutions to basic subtractions in the tiny squares of my paper notebook when the school bell rang. … was a sunny afternoon in the spring of 1995.
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