It was a magical time, hearing the scrambling sound of your phone line connecting you to the Internet. Launching Netscape and staring at the throbber animation while...
I loved Netscape as a kid. I would stare at the little Netscape icon with the shooting stars while waiting for pages to load… Funny how little things like that seemed so magical back then ✨🖥️💖
One can occasionally see things which are just as magical in our time.
It’s just that - the Web is like Coruscant, what was magical is the lower levels, abandoned, decaying, full of predators and infections and barely supported ; people live on the middle levels, which are full of usual life with all kinds of stuff, and upper levels, which are heaven, but for few.
These things still happen. Just mostly not in the Web.
We have forgotten, but most of the magic is created by separate human beings, and it was a very rare situation where corporations would help it, in the 90s.
But then talking like that is a pretty tired cyberpunk trope. We’ll see something good. Humanity finds new pits and stinky places, as the time goes, but these are not the only kind of things it finds.
I loved Netscape as a kid. I would stare at the little Netscape icon with the shooting stars while waiting for pages to load… Funny how little things like that seemed so magical back then ✨🖥️💖
They were magical.
One can occasionally see things which are just as magical in our time.
It’s just that - the Web is like Coruscant, what was magical is the lower levels, abandoned, decaying, full of predators and infections and barely supported ; people live on the middle levels, which are full of usual life with all kinds of stuff, and upper levels, which are heaven, but for few.
These things still happen. Just mostly not in the Web.
We have forgotten, but most of the magic is created by separate human beings, and it was a very rare situation where corporations would help it, in the 90s.
But then talking like that is a pretty tired cyberpunk trope. We’ll see something good. Humanity finds new pits and stinky places, as the time goes, but these are not the only kind of things it finds.
The third of Arthur C Clarke’s three laws:
“Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.”