Day 7: May 2nd's Story
So, I'm a bit behind. But that'll be ok. Today will be a double feature for stories. That should catch me up well enough. The idea for this story came to me at a denny's this morning. I liked it enough that I'm writing it.
"And we're walking, we're walking... Stop here. Can everyone see the exhibit?" A voice said into the minds of all of the museum goers. It's voice expressing the sentences with perfect precision and articulation. "This exhibit is about the age of the internet. It's history is a bit lost to our current archivers, as it was completely dismantled in the early 2100s. A lot of the data that was produced in the century following its invention was unfortunately lost, however we have recovered many artifacts from it's early stages."
The holographic hand of the tour guide waved toward the flat surface behind it. The wall acted as a display showing different images and text along it in a slide show format. "Based on our calculations, trillions upon trillions of words were typed in order to fill the internet with content. But not all text was displayed for people to see. Before our famed InterMIND systems were in place, people used things called e-mail."
A young boy sighed, and the man standing next to him prodded him with an elbow. A small voice popped into the man's head following a small pinging sound. "Dad, this tour is boring. I don't care about ancient TMs."
"Your grandfather sent one of the last ten thousand e-mails in existence. This is your history, it's important."
"And as you can see, the citizens of the internet loved pictures of cats. Sometimes the pictures would have humorous text. The reason for this is unknown."
"Ugh, Dad, not the cat pictures. Can't we skip this part?"
"The cat pictures are artifacts of a lost culture, Josh. Don't you want to see your cultural heritage?"
"I just wanna play games back at home."
"It was said that cat pictures had to be posted on Saturdays, as were part of the laws of the internet. From the point when the laws were created, it was also said that Saturdays would be called Caturdays." The screen showed a tiny kitten with the text over it, "Can I haz cheezeburger."
"Here we have a sample page from one of the more socially oriented web sites" it said the last words in a slow monotonous voice. "This site was very popular in the early 21st century."
"Dad..."
"Alright, alright, we'll go home."
"Some theorize the fall of the internet to be due to the constant pressure it had to endure from censorship and corporate influence. By the tail end of the 21st century very few people used the internet, and weeks before it's dismantle web servers were being shut down daily. Most of the artifacts were recovered from the hard drives of old technology. In the early years, the internet was a meeting place of different people across the world. A place where people created communities and shared ideas. The boundaries of information no longer exist in our world, but imagine what it was like to communicate with a piece of plastic instead of our minds."
The two left the museum and hopped into a cab. The cab took off and flew into the sky, dropping them off at their home in a tall tower apartment building a few minutes later. The boy played with images that appeared in his mind and the father made dinner. No one spoke in their world. Language did not make sounds anymore. The world was so quiet.
"And we're walking, we're walking... Stop here. Can everyone see the exhibit?" A voice said into the minds of all of the museum goers. It's voice expressing the sentences with perfect precision and articulation. "This exhibit is about the age of the internet. It's history is a bit lost to our current archivers, as it was completely dismantled in the early 2100s. A lot of the data that was produced in the century following its invention was unfortunately lost, however we have recovered many artifacts from it's early stages."
The holographic hand of the tour guide waved toward the flat surface behind it. The wall acted as a display showing different images and text along it in a slide show format. "Based on our calculations, trillions upon trillions of words were typed in order to fill the internet with content. But not all text was displayed for people to see. Before our famed InterMIND systems were in place, people used things called e-mail."
A young boy sighed, and the man standing next to him prodded him with an elbow. A small voice popped into the man's head following a small pinging sound. "Dad, this tour is boring. I don't care about ancient TMs."
"Your grandfather sent one of the last ten thousand e-mails in existence. This is your history, it's important."
"And as you can see, the citizens of the internet loved pictures of cats. Sometimes the pictures would have humorous text. The reason for this is unknown."
"Ugh, Dad, not the cat pictures. Can't we skip this part?"
"The cat pictures are artifacts of a lost culture, Josh. Don't you want to see your cultural heritage?"
"I just wanna play games back at home."
"It was said that cat pictures had to be posted on Saturdays, as were part of the laws of the internet. From the point when the laws were created, it was also said that Saturdays would be called Caturdays." The screen showed a tiny kitten with the text over it, "Can I haz cheezeburger."
"Here we have a sample page from one of the more socially oriented web sites" it said the last words in a slow monotonous voice. "This site was very popular in the early 21st century."
"Dad..."
"Alright, alright, we'll go home."
"Some theorize the fall of the internet to be due to the constant pressure it had to endure from censorship and corporate influence. By the tail end of the 21st century very few people used the internet, and weeks before it's dismantle web servers were being shut down daily. Most of the artifacts were recovered from the hard drives of old technology. In the early years, the internet was a meeting place of different people across the world. A place where people created communities and shared ideas. The boundaries of information no longer exist in our world, but imagine what it was like to communicate with a piece of plastic instead of our minds."
The two left the museum and hopped into a cab. The cab took off and flew into the sky, dropping them off at their home in a tall tower apartment building a few minutes later. The boy played with images that appeared in his mind and the father made dinner. No one spoke in their world. Language did not make sounds anymore. The world was so quiet.
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