People on the radio keep talking about this revolutionary information superhighway which sounds grand but no one you know has an internet connection but you read in the newspaper that in a town nearby there is one in a public library. You travel there and find a single computer. There are no instructions and none of the staff know how it works. When you ask to see “the internet” they show you an icon to click and leave you to it. You click it, strange noises happen for a bit then stop and nothing happens, the computer seems frozen. Maybe you broke it but then literally 10 minutes later it un-freezes and you see a list on the screen:
alt.binaries.mom
alt.binaries.misc
alt.binaries.warez
alt.binaries.etc
alt.binaries.warez.flightsim
and so on, hundreds of them
comp.lang.c
comp.lang.perl
comp.lang.prolog
blah blah gibberish
Ok none of that sounds like an “information superhighway” so close the window and go back home.
Fancy pants. The only time I got online to check my emails was when the travelling bitwarden came around, usually in the spring. Unless the winter was hard and the pass was blocked.
100 years ago? damn are you a millennial?
Back in my day we had to get our Internet at the village Internet well. I remember the dialup modem noises it made as you pulled the bucket up.
Actually pretty close to how it was.
People on the radio keep talking about this revolutionary information superhighway which sounds grand but no one you know has an internet connection but you read in the newspaper that in a town nearby there is one in a public library. You travel there and find a single computer. There are no instructions and none of the staff know how it works. When you ask to see “the internet” they show you an icon to click and leave you to it. You click it, strange noises happen for a bit then stop and nothing happens, the computer seems frozen. Maybe you broke it but then literally 10 minutes later it un-freezes and you see a list on the screen:
Ok none of that sounds like an “information superhighway” so close the window and go back home.
“alt.fan.furry”
Me: “What is this?” click
Fancy pants. The only time I got online to check my emails was when the travelling bitwarden came around, usually in the spring. Unless the winter was hard and the pass was blocked.
Ah, I remember those days, back when sci-fi movies had fancy notions such as multi-pass.
The oldest gen z’s are 28 now!