Inter-Connected: A Dystopian Nightmare

I'm not writing this with my fingers.  I want you to know that.  Writing with fingers is a primitive activity.  Where I come from, we write with our minds.  You will too, in the not so distant future.  It will seem like a far off land of improbability, but you're not as far as you might think from the hell I live in.  You see, in my time, primitive is not an insult.  It's a time we all yearn for.  A time when you could write with your fingers and your mind was free.  My mind isn't mine any more.  Nobody in my time owns their mind.  We're all connected, whether we like it or not.  Oh how we dream of a time when our minds could be left alone.  Could be allowed to think what they wanted to, without billions of other minds checking in and making sure yours was acceptable.  

It's amazing how human beings, when confronted with a new invention, never realize how rapidly it is going to change.  The Wright Brothers built a silly little wooden contraption barely capable of flight.  Within hardly a decade The Red Baron was firing a machine gun through the propellers of a Fokker DR 1 Tri-plane taking down 82 planes.  The idea of human flight was ridiculous for thousands of years.  Those that talked of it were mocked.  Icarus died because he tried to fly, which was considered a very clear and moral lesson to the Greeks.  Flying was unnatural, and to attempt it was to play god, and to be arrogant... the end result would not be pretty. 

And yet, a mere 60 years after the first plane, barely the life span of one single human... rocket ships carried humans outside of the planet and landed safely on the surface of a barren moon.  200 years before that... you had to take a horse and carriage from New York to California.   Resistance to new ideas is fierce and cynical.  But once there's a new idea, it catches on quickly.  So it was with the Internet.  In only its first decade or so, the Internet had changed everything... but at the same time, it had really only just begun.  Just as The Red Baron's tri-plane is seen as a primitive relic by the pilots of an F-22 Raptor... so too are things like Google Glass, iPhones, and Facebook considered primitive relics by me and my contemporaries.  We laugh at your innocent ideas of communication, or transparency, of everything really.  We don't audibly laugh as you would.  'Laugh' does not mean what it did in your time.  It's more of a smug dismissal of superiority.  We laugh at you.  Not with you.  You're another species as far as we're concerned.  And while we wish we were like you, and we envy you.... we never will be you again.  Your kind is dead.  And I'll tell you how it happened.