[Doesn't matter, it sounds like.  I apply black pigment around my eyes to make my face look slightly less human and hence less pretty, in order to preserve a coordinated public good that it doesn't sound like your civilization cares about.  There's really no point in my trying to preserve that good on my own, since it's fragile against even a few defectors - so never mind, I guess?  And I definitely won't walk naked in the streets if your society does coordinate against that.]  She's sure not going to trash whatever tiny little scraps of coordinated good this society has managed to create for itself.  [Out of curiosity, though, does your society have any great number of people who feel awfully out of place, like other people are doing much better than them and there's no hope for themselves, like lots of exciting things are happening elsewhere but never to them, who can't find any mate who turns them on despite there being many other members of the opposite sex who also can't find a mate who turns them on?  Because if none of that is happening, either the lunar eclipse thing has further consequences I haven't foreseen, or this world is out of equilibrium for other reasons,] like this whole experience just being an internally incoherent post-death generalized dream, [or possibly my society was just wrong about what would happen if people blindly followed their local impulses of profit-seeking and pleasure-seeking in an uncoordinated unforesightful fashion.  Not asking for an extended explanation if you're busy, maybe just... on a scale of 1 to 12, how true did that grim prediction ring?]

[Doesn't matter, it sounds like.  I apply black pigment around my eyes to make my face look slightly less human and more tired and less pretty, in order to preserve a coordinated public good that it doesn't sound like your civilization cares about.  There's really no point in my trying to preserve that good on my own, since it's fragile against even a few defectors - so never mind, I guess?  And I definitely won't walk naked in the streets if your society does coordinate against that.]  She's sure not going to trash whatever tiny little scraps of coordinated good this society has managed to create for itself.  [Out of curiosity, though, does your society have any great number of people who feel awfully out of place, like other people are doing much better than them and there's no hope for themselves, like lots of exciting things are happening elsewhere but never to them, who can't find any mate who turns them on despite there being many other members of the opposite sex who also can't find a mate who turns them on?  Because if none of that is happening, either the lunar eclipse thing has further consequences I haven't foreseen, or this world is out of equilibrium for other reasons,] like this whole experience just being an internally incoherent post-death generalized dream, [or possibly my society was just wrong about what would happen if people blindly followed their local impulses of profit-seeking and pleasure-seeking in an uncoordinated unforesightful fashion.  Not asking for an extended explanation if you're busy, maybe just... on a scale of 1 to 12, how true did that grim prediction ring?]

[Doesn't matter, it sounds like.  I apply black pigment around my eyes to make my face look slightly less human and more tired and less pretty, in order to preserve a coordinated public good that it doesn't sound like your civilization cares about.  There's no point in my trying to preserve that good on my own, since it's fragile against even a few defectors - so never mind, I guess?  And I definitely won't walk naked in the streets if your society does coordinate against that.]  She's sure not going to trash whatever tiny little scraps of coordinated good this society has managed to create for itself.  [Out of curiosity, though, does your society have any great number of people who feel awfully out of place, like other people are doing much better than them and there's no hope for themselves, like lots of exciting things are happening elsewhere but never to them, who can't find any mate who turns them on despite there being many other members of the opposite sex who also can't find a mate who turns them on?  Because if none of that is happening, either the lunar eclipse thing has further consequences I haven't foreseen, or this world is out of equilibrium for other reasons,] like this whole experience just being an internally incoherent post-death generalized dream, [or possibly my society was just wrong about what would happen if people blindly followed their local impulses of profit-seeking and pleasure-seeking in an uncoordinated unforesightful fashion.  Not asking for an extended explanation if you're busy, maybe just... on a scale of 1 to 12, how true did that grim prediction ring?]