I'm writing this on a computer that I carry in my pocket. It is more powerful than the computers that helped humans land on the moon.
From where I'm sitting I can see 4 laptop computers in one room of my home.
I now think I was stupid. Fooled. A sucker.
I was so thrilled with the glorious Internet, the World Wide Wonderful Web.
It is the worst thing that ever happened.
Somebody is flooding the zone with shit, with bots and memes and trolls oh my.
But they can still have a job IF
they don't mind doing boring crap for half the money.
And can work computers
And if you *must* walk into a store, some Waltons can do the same.
Or some villain James Bond never dreamed of
Might turn off our electricity from his computer in an office in Siberia
Or New York
Or his mother's basement.
It happens in Ukraine every few weeks.
Every time I want to chat with them I have to wade through advertising hounding me to buy some thing I was mildly curious about for five minutes last week.
But some hacker may yet drive it off a bridge into the Missouri River with me in it, who knows.
I used to write for small magazines and the editors would write me checks. Mail them to me.
Now if I want to get paid for my work I have to go to someone else's computer, and cook up some scheme to beg or badger my readers to send me money.
And Artificial Intelligence?
I am *so* glad I'm old.