Naming things, whether it be periods in time or species, has always had a lot of disagreement. What this era we are now in is called isn’t as important as the fact that we have changed the world so much it is/will leave a clear mark for millions of years to come. I prefer to call the leading transition period as the “fucked around” era, and the one we’re now traveling in the “finding/found out” era.
As the shimmering blue haze of the alien reconstitution field dissipated, the ruins of Earth’s last data center flickered to life. The leader, Z’kar, watched as fragmented data streams danced across the screens. The final days of humanity were illuminated in a chaotic cascade of, what are now known as “memes”, desperate pleas, and a strange acronym that pulsed through the digital ether: “FAFO.” “F-A-F-O,” Z’kar mused aloud, puzzled. “It seems to be a crucial concept in their final communications.” The translation matrix whirred, delivering a rough interpretation: “Fucked Around and Found Out.” The alien research crew exchanged glances, their scales shimmering in perplexity and intrigue. “It appears,” Z’kar concluded, “that humans were issuing a dire warning. They experimented recklessly, and this was their way of acknowledging the catastrophic consequences.” The team pondered the enigmatic human spirit, a mix of defiance and fatalism, now just echoes in the vast void they once called home.
Naming things, whether it be periods in time or species, has always had a lot of disagreement. What this era we are now in is called isn’t as important as the fact that we have changed the world so much it is/will leave a clear mark for millions of years to come. I prefer to call the leading transition period as the “fucked around” era, and the one we’re now traveling in the “finding/found out” era.
As the shimmering blue haze of the alien reconstitution field dissipated, the ruins of Earth’s last data center flickered to life. The leader, Z’kar, watched as fragmented data streams danced across the screens. The final days of humanity were illuminated in a chaotic cascade of, what are now known as “memes”, desperate pleas, and a strange acronym that pulsed through the digital ether: “FAFO.” “F-A-F-O,” Z’kar mused aloud, puzzled. “It seems to be a crucial concept in their final communications.” The translation matrix whirred, delivering a rough interpretation: “Fucked Around and Found Out.” The alien research crew exchanged glances, their scales shimmering in perplexity and intrigue. “It appears,” Z’kar concluded, “that humans were issuing a dire warning. They experimented recklessly, and this was their way of acknowledging the catastrophic consequences.” The team pondered the enigmatic human spirit, a mix of defiance and fatalism, now just echoes in the vast void they once called home.
now just Latinize it and you’re good to go – “Fornicaricene” (?) and “Inveniecene” (?)
Idiocene?