When hubby's eyes glaze over considering the wonderful future world, I ask him who is going to fill in the pot-holes? Besides, does he really think is dad would want to live in a world run by book-studies? His father would make himself a cheroot out of pampa grass and light it up just to get permanently removed from such a place.
Such a world would be run by bureaucrats. I have twenty-five years experience in a bureaucracy. I can tell you what it would be like. Lots of supervisors, committee meetings, and nothing would get done. Innovators would be persecuted to the limits of the law. Gossip would be the chief pastime, along with subsistence farming.
Because the glorious infrastructure which includes highways, water purification, nuclear power plants, transformers, engineered steel, plastics, refrigeration, sewage treatment, and chemical production would peter away to nothing. One needs talented engineers with a college education to run stuff like that. The best and the brightest will be sucked in to the elder's machine. You might think all that industrialization is nasty, but just try and live without it.
Not to mention the decline in health care. Hubby dismisses the entire profession as useless in the new order. How many Jehovah's Witnesses are working in the medical profession now? That's an awful lot of education getting in the way of field service. Blondie points out that even immortals can break their arm. Who will set it?