Upshot

Each gunpowder upgrade demonstrating a new frame of civilization to a new generation trying to rub the weary eyes of what lays before them.
Out on the streets and in enclosures with a lot of gadgets to distract them.
Discarding the posture of sheep and frightening those who've got something that requires a lot of insurance coverage and could lose if they snooze or get soft and hesitate in sending out the goons who just follow their herd mentality with the soundtrack of their teen years hits in their heads.

The imaginations of policy holders conjuring up more madness than all the Marxist-Leninists and Maoists on a mean Monday morning just before the big meeting with the my way or we'll hang you out to dry way.

All the characteristics that can be picked up on animal documentaries you'll see it in their eyes,
but having thumbs do a lot more damage than the beasts that never learned to build intercontinental ballistic missiles and meditate on the morning of designated destruction and then sit down in front of a monitor and calculate the profits and losses in the rows and columns of planned desolation,
calculating in the luxury of hegemony.

Their hearts holding the human hope of getting the two thumbs up from gods with name tags they've managed to print off and get the velcro on,
to get rid of that lonely feeling that simultaneously evolves------ it's even money on whether a mental evolution will solve all the stuff that's so gruesome and getting gruesomer.

Speculating on a vision of people sitting around the fire telling tales of a petered out apocalypse in post paradise with a chicken in every pot.
That's the upshot.