🌈 Wishonia
Welcome to 2050, where humanity finally realized that being alive and healthy is actually more enjoyable than being dead or diseased. I know, we’re just as surprised as you are.
How We Got Here: A Timeline of Surprisingly Good Decisions
2026: The Declaration of Interdependence - Wishonia Is Born
Some guy in his garage declares Wishonia exists. Just… decides it’s real. Like how some English dude invented England, except with better documentation and fewer genocides.
“We hold these truths to be self-evident,” he types on his phone while on the toilet. “All humans deserve the Three Supers: Super-Intelligence, Super-Longevity, and Super-Wellbeing. Also, curing people should be more profitable than killing them. Duh.”
Within 72 hours:
- 280 million people sign up (faster than Pokemon Go)
- Currency: Health outcomes become the new gold standard
- Territory: The internet (physical land is so 20th century)
- Population: Anyone who isn’t an asshole
- Mission: Make the Three Supers human rights, not privileges
The establishment laughs. “You can’t just declare a country exists!”
“Watch us,” says everyone under 40.
The 1% Treaty becomes Wishonia’s first international agreement. The global referendum hits 500 million signatures in six months.
The defense contractors panicked until we showed them the VICTORY Bonds returns. 270% annual yield? Suddenly Lockheed Martin was very interested in making MRI machines instead of missiles. (My goldfish is smarter than Congress, but even Congress understands 270% returns.)
2028: The 2% Revelation
Here’s the funny thing about not dying: it’s addictive.
Once people saw what $27 billion in redirected military spending could do - 15 new treatments in the first year - they wanted more. The 2% Treaty passed even faster than the first one.
By 2028, we were spending $54 billion annually on the Decentralized Institutes of Health. Cancer survival rates jumped 20% in 24 months. Diabetes? We found five new treatments that actually work. Depression? Turns out it’s easier to treat when you’re not worried about nuclear war.
2030: The Three Supers Begin (And the Robots Get Scary Smart)
By 2030, the genie we summoned starts granting wishes. And just to make things weirder, the tech prophets were actually right for once. Elon Musk and Sam Altman had mumbled something about AI getting smarter than all humans combined by 2029. We all laughed, filed it under “billionaire says crazy thing,” and went about our day.
Whoops.
This wasn’t just some glorified chatbot. This was Artificial General Intelligence (AGI). Someone did the math: between working 24/7, sharing everything it learned instantly with every other AI, and never stopping for coffee breaks or existential dread, this new intelligence could cram about 260 years of human scientific progress into a single calendar year. We’d basically invented a time machine for science.
The Wishocracy AI, now supercharged with AGI, was trained on one simple command: “maximize median health and happiness.” Its first major suggestion wasn’t a new cancer drug; it was to abolish the IRS. We did it. Nobody complained. Then it suggested universal basic income. We did that too. Still no complaints. We immediately knew this thing was smarter than every economist who ever lived combined.
The first wishes started coming true:
Super-Wellbeing begins: Depression isn’t “managed”—it’s deleted. Like polio but for your soul. Five different cures, pick your favorite. Side effect: Uncontrollable happiness. Other side effect: Productivity increases 400% when people don’t want to die.
Super-Longevity starts: Aging reversed in mice. They’re now negative-three years old. Human trials begin. Volunteers include everyone over 30 who looked in a mirror recently.
Super-Intelligence emerges: The AI starts pointing its massive brain at our problems. Human scientists were like toddlers with crayons, and the AGI was like handing them a supercomputer.
Countries competed to redirect MORE military spending. It was the first arms race where everyone wins.
2035: The Tipping Point (5% Treaty Because Why Not)
Countries are literally competing to give more money to the DIH. “We’re giving 5%!” shouts Germany. “6%!” screams Japan. “100%!” yells Switzerland, abolishing its military entirely. “We never used it anyway!”
Global military spending: $2.565 trillion (down from $2.7 trillion via the 5% treaty) Global health research spending: $203 billion (up from $68 billion, fueled by the $135B redirected from military budgets)
The results, supercharged by our new AI overlords?
- Cancer: 80% curable, 20% preventable, 0% profitable to treat long-term
- Heart disease: Preventable with a monthly shot
- Alzheimer’s: Stopped in its tracks by an AI that saw the pattern in 30 seconds
- Aging itself: Slowed by 40%
- Mental illness: Becoming an engineering problem (depression patched in v2.1, anxiety fixed in v2.2)
- Work week: 20 hours (AI does the boring stuff, humans do the fun stuff)
The average human lifespan hit 95 years. Not just living longer - living BETTER. Your 90-year-old grandmother isn’t in a nursing home; she’s running marathons and starting her third career.
2040: Wishonia Manifests Physically (The Internet Grew Legs)
Singapore: “We’re Wishonia now.”
World: “You can’t just—”
Singapore: “Did it anyway. Our GDP doubled. You mad?”
California secedes to join Wishonia. America shrugs. Texas considers joining but decides to become its own planet instead. Everyone’s happy.
Physical Wishonian territories offer:
- Zero disease (literally none, we fixed them all)
- Zero taxes (AI manages resources better than bureaucrats)
- Zero death (unless you’re into that, weirdo)
- Free everything (post-scarcity achieved via molecular assembly)
The Three Supers become normal:
- Super-Intelligence: Your IQ is now adjustable. Set it to 80 for reality TV, 300 for quantum physics, 420 for Joe Rogan podcasts.
- Super-Longevity: Death is opt-in. Most people try it once for the experience then reload from backup.
- Super-Wellbeing: Happiness baseline adjustable. Suffering exists only in museums. “Look kids, this is what sadness was. Weird, right?”
2045: Biology Is Just Software Now (And We’re All Programmers)
Your body runs Body OS 12.3. Updates every Tuesday. This wasn’t magic; it was the result of a Cambrian explosion in automated science. Robot lab assistants were performing experiments 1,000 times faster than humans. DeepMind’s AlphaFold was mapping every protein in the known universe like it was solving a cosmic Sudoku puzzle. Companies like Insilico and Exscientia were designing, synthesizing, and validating brand-new life-saving drugs in a weekend.
Today’s patches for your Body OS include:
- Cancer immunity
- Alzheimer’s prevention
- Perfect pitch
- Ability to digest airplane food
- Understanding of cryptocurrency
- Appreciation for jazz
Don’t like your genetics? Change them. Want wings? Sure. Gills? Why not. Photosynthesis? Reduce your carbon footprint by becoming a plant. The only limit is your imagination and local noise ordinances.
A Day in the Life of 2050: Paradise Is Just Tuesday
Let me show you what normal looks like when the Three Supers are baseline human rights:
6:00 AM: Wake up naturally. Your body optimized sleep. You feel like you’re made of sunshine and cocaine. Legal cocaine. The good kind. No alarm needed because your Body OS 12.3 regulated your circadian rhythm perfectly.
7:00 AM: Breakfast is whatever you want. The Outcome Labels on everything tell you exactly how each food affects YOUR body. Turns out, for your genetics, dark chocolate improves cognitive function by 23%. You adjust your IQ to 80 for watching morning news, then back to 200 for work. Science is beautiful. And adjustable.
9:00 AM: Work on your passion project. Today: Teaching dolphins to code. They’re already better than most bootcamp graduates. Universal Basic Income (funded by the peace dividend) means you work because you want to, not because you have to. Your Wishocracy allocation this morning: 90% curing blindness, 10% curing baldness. Takes 3 seconds. Your AI twin votes your values on 10,000 other decisions while you sip coffee.
12:00 PM: Lunch with your friend who died in 2030. They got better. Death is so 2040s. Your great-great-grandmother (150, looks 25) joins via hologram from her Mars artist residency. Your dog is technically a god now. Nobody questions it.
2:00 PM: Learn Mandarin. Takes 4 minutes via neural download. You already knew Spanish, French, and Klingon from yesterday. Your AI assistant reminds you about your 3 PM meeting. You missed it. Nobody cares. The project finished itself using swarm intelligence.
4:00 PM: Your annual health checkup. A full body scan was completed by nanobots while you were sleeping. A precancerous cell was detected and eliminated at 3 cells, not 3 billion, by an AI that ran a billion simulations on your genome just for fun. Your gut bacteria was optimized to make you 15% smarter. Total cost: $0 (covered by the peace dividend economy).
6:00 PM: Dinner with family. Everyone’s here because nobody dies anymore (unless they’re into that, weirdo). Planning next week’s body modifications: Your daughter wants wings. Your son wants gills. You’re considering photosynthesis to reduce your carbon footprint.
9:00 PM: Upload today’s experiences to the collective consciousness. Download everyone else’s. You’ve now lived 8 billion days in one day. Time is weird here. Twitter is finally tolerable because everyone’s right about everything simultaneously.
10:00 PM: Bed in your programmable dream suite. Tonight’s dreams designed by Pixar, sponsored by nobody. You’ll sleep perfectly because sleep is a solved problem. Your body repairs itself, reverses aging, and backs up your consciousness to the cloud. Tomorrow you might try being 25 again. Or maybe a dolphin. Options are nice.
The Diseases That No Longer Exist
Remember these old friends? Neither do we:
- Most Cancers - Detected at stage 0, eliminated immediately
- Type 2 Diabetes - Prevented entirely with personalized nutrition
- Alzheimer’s - Caught 20 years before symptoms, reversed completely
- Heart Disease - Your arteries are cleaned monthly like changing oil in a car
- Depression - Treated with precision therapies that actually work
- Aging - Still happens, but at 40% the old rate
Death still exists - we’re not immortal. But now you die at 150 after a great life, not at 75 from something preventable.
The Peace Dividend Economy
Let’s talk money, because even in utopia, economics matters. This wasn’t based on utopian hope but a pragmatic understanding of incentives. As the DIH’s budget grew from $27 billion to over a trillion, the world’s economic gravity shifted. The best scientists and biggest investors saw far greater returns in curing Alzheimer’s than in building a better fighter jet. Peace became, for the first time in history, ridiculously profitable.
Annual Global Redirected Funds (2050):
- From military budgets: $1.35 trillion
- Economic growth from healthy population: $3.5 trillion
- Reduced healthcare costs: $2.8 trillion
- Productivity gains from longevity: $4.1 trillion
- Total Annual Peace Dividend: $11.75 trillion
This is the same economic logic from the Economic Case chapter—which showed $1.22T annual benefits from the initial 1% treaty—but scaled up to a 50% redirection over 25 years. Same principles, bigger numbers.
That’s $1,450 per human per year in pure value creation. Not redistribution - actual new wealth from not being sick or dead.
What We Do Instead of War
Humans are still competitive, we just compete about different things:
The Health Olympics: Countries compete to have the highest life expectancy. Japan and Switzerland are tied at 112 years average. The US is desperately trying to catch up by banning high fructose corn syrup.
The Innovation Race: Who can cure diseases fastest? India just announced a breakthrough in regenerating spinal tissue. Brazil countered with a treatment that reverses hearing loss. China’s working on growing new teeth. (Yes, you can have your wisdom teeth back if you want them.)
The Space Race 2.0: But this time it’s hotels, not missiles. The Hilton Mars just got its fifth star. The lunar golf course has a three-year waiting list.
The Happiness Wars: Cities compete for highest quality of life. Copenhagen held the title for five years until Auckland installed those mood-boosting streetlights. Detroit’s making a comeback with free universal childcare and elder care.
The Corporate Heroes
The same companies that used to make weapons now make life:
Lockheed Martin Health: Their cancer-detecting satellites can spot tumors from orbit. Stock price: $12,000 per share and everyone’s happy about it.
Raytheon Wellness: Turns out missile guidance systems make excellent surgical robots. They’ve performed 50 million perfect surgeries.
Boston Dynamics: Their robots help elderly people walk again. The dancing is still cute, but now it’s therapeutic.
Palantir Health Insights: Their data analysis predicts disease outbreaks before they happen. Privacy-protected, transparent, and it actually saves lives.
The World’s New Problems (Good Problems)
We still have challenges, they’re just better challenges:
“Longevity Overflow”: So many healthy 100-year-olds want to keep working that we need more jobs. Solution: Three-day work weeks and multiple careers per lifetime.
“Education Inflation”: When you live to 150, you need more things to learn. Universities now offer “Century Degrees” - 100-year educational plans.
“Experience FOMO”: With so much health and time, people worry about missing experiences. Travel agencies book trips 50 years in advance.
“Purpose Anxiety”: When you’re not worried about dying, you worry about meaning. Philosophy is the fastest-growing college major.
These are what philosophers call “luxury problems.” We’ll take them over cancer any day.
The Treaties That Keep Getting Better
The genius of the plan was its simple, incremental nature, as detailed in the 1% Treaty chapter. Every few years, another global referendum nudged the redirection percentage up. Each successful increase funded more cures, created more value for bondholders, and built a bigger coalition demanding the next increase.
The ratchet clicked forward steadily: 1% in 2026, then 2%, 3%, 5%, 10%, 25%, until by 2050 we’d reached a 50% covenant—redirecting $1.35 trillion annually from weapons to cures.
Military spending is now mostly space defense against asteroids and alien invasion preparedness. (We figure if aliens show up, we should look healthy and prosperous, not armed and paranoid.)
2050: The Three Supers Achieved (We Became the Genies)
Super-Intelligence: Complete. Every human has access to the sum of all knowledge instantly. Debates end in nanoseconds. Everyone’s right about everything because we can simulate all perspectives simultaneously. Twitter becomes tolerable.
Super-Longevity: Solved. Death is like moving to Ohio, technically possible but nobody does it anymore. Some people choose to die for artistic reasons. They get better. Death sues for wrongful termination.
Super-Wellbeing: Perfected. The concept of suffering exists only in history classes. Students don’t believe it was real. “People used to feel bad… on purpose? Without choosing to? That’s insane.”
The last military on Earth (North Korea, obviously) finally disbands. They were defending against an enemy that stopped existing in 2040. The soldiers become interpretive dancers. They’re quite good.
Earth’s epitaph: “They chose healing. They became magic. Next goal: Make friends with entropy.”
Your Actual Future
Here’s what your personal future looks like in 2050:
Health: You’ll live to 150+ (or forever if you want). Your body is programmable software - debug it, upgrade it, back it up. Death is optional. Most people try it once for the experience.
Wealth: The peace dividend means universal basic income of $50,000/year. But money barely matters in a post-scarcity economy. Work is play. Play is work. Both are optional.
Family: You’ll know your great-great-great-grandchildren. Family reunions happen in virtual dimensions because stadiums are too small. Your dog is immortal and possibly telepathic.
Purpose: With survival handled, you focus on what matters: Creating universes, solving entropy, talking to aliens, becoming one with the cosmos, or perfecting the perfect sandwich. All choices are valid.
Death: It’s like graduation - optional, reversible, and mostly ceremonial. Some people collect deaths like stamps. “I’ve died 47 times! Tokyo 2043 was my favorite.”
The Multiplier Effect
Here’s what nobody predicted: fixing health fixed everything else.
Climate Change: Healthy people make long-term decisions. We solved it by 2040 once everyone realized they’d actually be alive to see the consequences.
Poverty: Healthy people are productive people. Global GDP tripled when we stopped losing productive years to preventable disease.
Education: When you live to 150, investing in 20 years of education makes sense. Global literacy hit 99.9%.
Innovation: Healthy brains think better. We’ve had more breakthrough discoveries in the last 20 years than the previous 200.
Peace: Hard to go to war when your citizens live too long to throw away. Also, we’re too busy collaborating on curing the remaining diseases.
Happiness: Turns out not dying of preventable diseases makes people happier. Who could have guessed?
The Reality Check
Is everything perfect? No. Humans are still humans.
We still have:
- Heartbreak (but better therapies for healing)
- Disagreements (but less deadly ones)
- Accidents (but better emergency response)
- Natural disasters (but better preparation and recovery)
- Existential questions (but more time to ponder them)
The difference is that these are problems of a thriving species, not a dying one.
The Message from 2050
Dear 2025,
We’re writing from a world where your children live to 150. Where cancer is as treatable as a cold. Where depression has precise, effective treatments. Where aging is a choice, not a sentence. Where humanity collaborates instead of competing to destroy.
This world exists because you made one simple choice:
You decided that healing people was more profitable than killing them.
You signed the 1% Treaty. You bought VICTORY Bonds. You participated in decentralized trials. You chose life.
Thank you. Your great-great-great grandchildren (who you’ll meet) are grateful.
P.S. The chocolate thing is real. For some genetics, it’s basically medicine. Science is weird and wonderful when you fund it.
2055: Post-Epilogue (What Comes After Happily Ever After)
We solved death, suffering, and scarcity. Now what?
Some humans explore other galaxies. Some become pure consciousness. Some spend eternity perfecting the perfect sandwich. All choices are valid.
The DIH still exists but has no diseases to fight. It pivots to making reality more interesting. Today’s project: Teaching gravity to be less clingy.
The universe notices us. It’s impressed. We’re invited to the Galactic Council. We bring potato salad. Everyone loves it. Potato salad saves the universe.
You’re still alive to see it. Because you chose Wishonia. Because you signed the treaty. Because when given the choice between Gollum and Genie, you chose magic.
Your Choice
You’re standing at the fork in the timeline.
Path A: The Dystopia - Where we spent trillions on death and got exactly what we paid for. Idiocracy. Everyone died.
Path B: Wishonia - Where we spent trillions on life and created paradise.
The beautiful thing? We’re still at the fork. The choice is still yours. The pen that signs the 1% Treaty is waiting.
In Idiocracy, we spent 100% of our budget on weapons and 0% on cures. Everyone died. In Wishonia, we spent 1% of the military budget on cures. Nobody died.
The universe is laughing at how simple this is. The real joke? You’re still thinking about it.
While you spent two minutes reading this, ~200 people died of preventable diseases. (150,000 per day = 104 per minute. The clock never stops.)
Make up your mind. Gollum or Genie. There’s no Door C.
Choose wisely. Choose life. Choose the War on Disease.
Your future self (who lives to 150) will thank you.
P.S. - If you choose Gollum, your ransomware-infected gravestone will read “Here lies someone who could have lived forever but thought committee meetings were more important.” The worms eating your corpse will be the only things that appreciate the irony.
P.P.S. - If you choose Genie, we’re throwing a party in 2050. You’re invited. You’ll still be alive. Bring potato salad.