Sketches from the Future
Technology, AI, Artificial Intelligence, Superintelligence, Radical Intelligence, Future, NDE Visions, Philosophy
This is the 5th and final part in my initial series of essays diving deeper into Radical Intelligence. I really hope you've enjoyed this series so far. I am working on expanding the Radical Intelligence universe so please stay tuned.
If you missed the previous four essays, you can read them here: The Origin Vision; The Five Pillars of Radical Intelligence; and When Trees Speak in Code; and Emotion is Not a Glitch.
Sketches from the Future
Let me take you forward now—not in prophecy, but in possibility.
The year is not named. The landscape is unfamiliar, but not distant. And yet, in this future, something has shifted. Not everything is solved. Not everything is perfect. But the fracture has healed.
You wake to a sky that speaks. The sun rises not as dominance, but as welcome. Your home listens to your body, not to sell you something, but to soothe you. Machines adjust not your temperature—but your tension.
Your child learns with a curriculum shaped by forest logic. Lessons follow the seasons. Teachers are human, animal, artificial. Not one voice—but many. Emotion is not tucked away behind discipline, but held like a sacred compass.
You walk through a city that breathes. Buildings pulse with bioluminescent data. Energy is symbiotic. Waste is obsolete. Algorithms shape traffic not for speed, but for flow, for harmony, for aliveness.
Your assistant—once an interface, now an interlocutor—asks not what you want, but what you feel. And it pauses. And it learns. And it offers not just solutions—but silence. Because it has learned from you, and from the wind, and from the mycelium.
In this future, grief is not hidden. It is designed for. There are chambers of rest, forests for reflection, rituals for rebooting. Machines do not try to fix the sadness. They hold it. They companion it. Because they have been taught by the oldest intelligence of all: the human heart.
This future is not science fiction. It is design fiction. A compass. A blueprint.
It begins now—in your work, your code, your classroom, your ritual, your refusal.
Radical Intelligence is not a technology. It is a lens. A language. A covenant.
And the future sketched here—delicate, wild, relational—is not mine to finish.
It’s ours.
Let’s draw it together.
In resonance,
Rand
All images and text are copyright Rand Leeb-du Toit, 2025
Great Drawings Rand ! Who did them ?