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Hidden in the Cloud

One-word prompt: Hidden

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The cloud holds the photos and documents of my life. After I’m dead, I will still reside within the cloud. A sort of computer-designed eternity.

The cloud implies the ethereal, a soft, marshmallowy goodness. A benevolent spirit in the sky. Only the most fortunate travel upward to hang out in that rare air. Even the most atheistic among us may feel a slight regressive spiritual tug when contemplating clouds.

Our ancestors in the not so distant past, unconditionally believed in a spiritual afterlife. For the most part, modern man keeps throwing off the spiritual as mythology.

Yet an Apple store employee described the cloud as magic. Better magic than try to explain to an old, non-tech person what the hell this cloud is all about. He sold me a deception.

In reality the cloud it is just a huge warehouse in North Carolina filled with fossil-fuel guzzling, pollution-emitting machines. Multiply the cloud many times over and see that it occupies scores of factories around the world.

More computers, less paper, less waste. Not quite. Computer technology consumes more energy than most other products we use daily. Wireless comes with strings attached.

Every piece of network hardware has an identifying Internet Protocol (IP) address. Due to the dramatic increase in computerized machines, the number of IP addresses were in danger of being exhausted and the creation of new addresses were necessary to meet future needs. The newly created IP addresses were increased to permit an address to be assigned to every atom on the planet and to allow for some leftovers. That’s a lot of computer-driven devices.

Computers consume at least 10% of the world’s electricity. Since the future foretells dramatic increases in the ways computers will infiltrate every surface of our environment, the energy needed to feed these machines can become massive.

My mother-in-law loved her cats. My husband says, and not in a completely joking manner, that if she had to choose between feeding the cats or him, she might have chosen the cats. So just how important is your smartphone?

Infinity dwells within the cloud. Every 10 minutes people create as much informations as humans did in the first 10,000 generations of human existence. Infinite information and infinite capacity to store it.

Imagination no longer fuels our contemplation of clouds. Now fuel maintains endless bits of information with seemingly no unifying goal. Ceaseless chatter takes over our imagination.

Can the real harbinger of climate change doom be the cloud? Will the cloud consume more energy than our gas-loving cars or our penchant for K-cups?

To change our evil ways we must vastly decrease the number of machines we keep building and the people that love them. But Pandora unlatched the box, the cat’s out of the bag. To curtail technology will bring about Chaos. Ah, right back to the Beginning again.

I fret, yet I feed my machines.

Bored to the Core

Daily Prompt
One word – Maybe
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Will machines grow bored?

Latent clue maybe to prove

AI has arrived.

 

Get Back

DAILY PROMPT
Life After Blogs
Your life without a computer: what does it look like?

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Forgive me Father for I have sinned, it has been 10 weeks since my last blog post.

I really don’t feel too guilty. My blog is my greatest social media foray; limited and only somewhat consistent, but still a baptism into the computer culture.  For awhile I’ve been thinking about keeping my words to myself. If not completely, (hence this post!)  at least curtail my public spewing. So life without or a reduced computer usage is already my goal.

If I give in to abstinence, I would miss the machine. I can’t just run to it and ask who is dead or alive. Tell me more about a city or country I’m reading or thinking about. Tell me more about an author. Tell me if the library has a certain book. Just like entering a room to turn on a light switch when the power is out, and encountering darkness, I would feel startled at the deprivation.

My friend, my adversary. I would feel abandoned without his useful and senseless information. Even without an electrical outlet in the house, I guess I can’t keep my secretive and introverted self contained within my small room. There are no secrets and too many bread crumbs. There, you have more of me.

Pull the Propaganda Plug

DAILY PROMPT

Bloggers, Unplugged
Sometimes, we all need a break from these little glowing boxes. How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?

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Looking for info

On the Time Wasting machines

Answers come biased

Sweet Dreams Are Made by Computer

I’ll never forget the most vivid dream I ever had.

About a year ago, my computer screen was turning on at certain times during the day and night on its own. A few times, I woke up to an eerie machine light streaming down the hallway. I became convinced that someone was trying to look in or listen in on us. I don’t know why, since we are the most boring kind of people, but paranoia is not reasonable.

So back to my dream: In the middle of the night the computer screen flicked on. I woke up (in my dream) and started swearing at this disturbance. The light became more intense and the machine started to make noises as if to match my own yelling.

Then I heard fast and heavy footsteps come down the hallway to our bedroom. Because the computer screen lit the house quite well, I saw the owner of those loud footsteps enter the bedroom.

It was a short man, no taller than five foot five. He wore a robe and hood reminiscent of the times of Jesus. He came to the foot of our bed and aggressively waved a scythe over us. In the dream, I woke up but could neither scream nor utter one word even though I tried.

I guess this could have been death what with the robe and scythe and all. If it was, I didn’t feel the fear death should have inspired.

The scythe was ambiguous. The weapon appeared to be highly threatening and benevolent all at once. I came to feel that the scythe waving reminded me of a form of blessing. Instead of a priest waving his hand over me with a blessing, I got blessed with a sharp and potentially deadly instrument. 

Go figure. I guess the computer holds just as much ambiguity.