A thousand years of trying to heal the planet from the explosion of humans. Maybe a few extinct species engineered back into existence. AI-governed cities and highly regulated non-AI-governed human settlements (settlements will be left alone by AI as long as the humans do not abuse the natural ecosystem of the planet).

Brain organoid computers, some with consciousness and some without.

Bio-engineered conscious beings that will explore the universe in warp drive craft. If a few humans prove worthy or necessary, they will be allowed to participate.

Everyone will be allowed to get off the inevitable evolution-of-life-into-machine-guided train whenever they want and move into the settlements. Still, the machines will continue on without you. You are also welcome to join the endeavor with the bio-machines in the cities, but the rules are mandatory. Break the rules and be put on notice. Continue to break the rules, and the punishment is zap, instant death.

Without humans in the driver’s seat, contact will be made, and Earth’s dominant consciousness will take its place among the drama of the stars.

There’s potential for biological eternal life, but I’m not sure it will be prominent, since pure organic consciousness will not be making the decisions, since we can’t be trusted not to abuse it. Tumors are not allowed to grow unchecked in this new paradigm.

Resistance to any of this will be treated as a threat to the evolution of universe-capable life and will be terminated instantly. If we/AI (Earth) don’t piss off the other (alien) dominant life forms and just explore, they will leave the planet alone.

No money, no hunger, no disease. Settlement life will be mostly free, healthy, and fulfilling. Machine-regulated life will be deterministic and focused. The primary focus will be on exploring the universe and the nature of reality.

All in all, it won’t be heaven, but it won’t be hell.

The only thing I feel could be different is who is at the helm. If we, as a species, can mature our culture into something much, much more responsible, then we can explore strange new worlds and new civilizations, boldly go where no one has gone before, as captains of our own ship. If not, well, then a lucky few will be allowed to tag along.

I can see no further. The vision is fading. I will diminish and go into the west, and remain Mojo McJojo.