By Charles C. W. Cooke
Thursday, March 05, 2020
I put on a record today.
Well, I didn’t put on a record, so much as I put on a . . . well, a what? It wasn’t a vinyl plate or a spool of tape or even a piece of
shiny circular plastic. Indeed, whatever physical medium was being used to
store the music I was listening to wasn’t available to me at all. It simply
came in through the air—like lightning. From the comfort of my chair, I picked
up my iPhone, chose the album I wanted from the million-strong list that loaded
instantly before my eyes, and directed the sound to the speakers in my
vicinity, all of which started to play my choice within a few milliseconds. And
then, when I tired of it, I shushed it with my voice.
I think about this sometimes when I hear people complain
that the bright technological future we were all promised has steadfastly
failed to appear. How, I wonder, would I even begin to explain Spotify and
Sonos to my grandfather, who died in 1994? A compact disc could be comprehended
by the elderly as a better vinyl record, much as the Space Shuttle could be
comprehended as a faster airplane. But streaming? If my grandfather came back
today, where would I start?
“Okay, so I’m using my telephone, which isn’t really a telephone so much as a
supercomputer-cum-Library-of-Alexandria-cum-high-definition-movie-studio, to
send a wireless signal to the magical speakers in my home, which, upon my
request, will contact a set of servers 3,000 miles away in San Francisco, and
request instant access to the closest digital copy of—”
“Wait, what’s a server?”
“—hold on—to the closest digital copy of one of millions
of high-quality songs to which I have full and unlimited access, but neither
own nor have to store, and—”
It boggles the mind.
It may be tempting to regard this example as a mere
bauble or trinket, or even as a sign of decadence. But to do so would represent
a disastrous miscalculation of its significance. It is true that some of our
advances have slowed since the 1970s. We do not go to the moon on a regular
basis, despite the promises of the Apollo program; transatlantic travel has
become slower, rather than faster—R.I.P. Concorde; our cars essentially still
use the same engines as they always have; and life expectancy is no longer
leaping forward. But it is also true that, unlike then, we now enjoy a
magnificent worldwide communications network that offers the sum of human
knowledge in the blink of an eye and is open to anybody who wishes to join it.
If that is “all” we’ve done in the last four decades, I think we should
congratulate ourselves rather heartily.
Forget my grandfather for a moment and imagine explaining
that to almost any literate person in
human history. What do we imagine his reaction would have been? Do we think
he would have said, “That sounds like stagnation to me”? Or do we think he
would have said, “It sounds as if you have reached the promised land, I hope
you are extremely grateful for the bounties you have inherited.” If not the
latter, he’d be a fool.
From the desk on which I am writing these words, I have
access to all of the great works in history: every song, every play, every
book, every poem, every movie, every pamphlet, every piece of art. I can find
every translation of the Bible that has ever been compiled and put them side by
side for comparison. I can read the missives that were sent during the American
Revolution, and examine the patents for the first steam engine, and listen to
all of Winston Churchill’s speeches between 1939 and 1945. The world’s recipes
are available to me without exception, and, if I desire, I can watch a
cornucopia of free-to-use instructional videos in which experts show me how to
cook them. At no cost or inconvenience, I can learn how to fix my sink or
change my car’s tires or troubleshoot my dishwasher. If I want to know where
the “panda ant” lives (Chile), to which genus it belongs (Euspinolia), how long it is (up to 8 millimeters), and whether it’s
actually an ant (it’s not, it’s a wasp), I can find this information in
seconds. What was on the front page of the Key
West Citizen on June 2, 1943? Easy: “City Council Takes Up Incinerator
Project with Representative of FWA.” Nearly 2,000 years ago, Pliny the Elder
wondered if it might be a good idea to collect all of human knowledge in one
place, available to all. That dream has become a reality—and we got to live when it happened. I’d say
that’s pretty darn good.
The airplane annihilated distance; the smartphone has
annihilated geography altogether. Provided that I have a stable connection to
the Internet, it takes me the same amount of time to send a digital photograph
to Delhi as it does for me to send it to a person in the house next door. On
Saturday mornings I can sit and watch the same soccer games, broadcast live
from England, that my dad is watching in
England and text him about the developments in real time, as if I were sitting
next to him. If I need to keep an eye on the news, it makes no difference
whether I am sitting in the headquarters of Reuters or on a beach in Australia.
Wherever I am, the information flow is the same. Except by design, there is no
longer any such thing as “out of the loop.” As an achievement, this is
monumental.
The “Spaceship Earth” attraction at Disney’s Experimental
Prototype Community of Tomorrow tells the story of human communication from the
days of the Neanderthal to the invention of the computer. I have wondered at
times what Disney will substantively add to this story when it comes time to
update the show, and I have come to conclude that the answer is almost
certainly nothing. One cannot improve on instant worldwide communication that
is accessible to every person and in every place. One can tinker around the
edges to upgrade its speed, its reliability, its quality, and its durability,
one can add some security into the mix for good measure, but, give or take,
this is a problem that has now been solved. As the Phoenicians solved the
alphabet problem, so have our contemporary engineers solved the transmission
problem. The dream has arrived.
Not everyone appreciates this, of course, which is why it
is customary for the complaint I am addressing to be amended slightly, from
“technology has stagnated” to “technology is frivolously used and may even be
bad for us.” But, while the latter proposition is arguably true, it concedes my
premise that something dramatic has changed in the way in which we live. It is
indeed entirely possible that the volume and speed of information that the I.T.
revolution has ushered in have had a destructive effect on individuals or on
society. It is possible, too, that, while the benefits are immense, most people
choose not to take advantage of them. I would not be the first to lament that
the first thing users seem to do with their access to the Internet is to begin
arguing with strangers. And yet to contend that the abuse of the personal
computer in some way undermines the value of the personal computer would be
equivalent to contending that the use of the airplane for bombing renders the
significance of its invention questionable.
I suspect that some of our disappointment is the fault of
comic books. Riffle through any Bumper
Sci-Fi Book for Boys!–style volume that was published between the 1920s and
the 1960s and you will see that the physical breakthroughs that were
anticipated—spacesuits, rocket ships, jetpacks, flying cars, laser guns,
etc.—are featured prominently and enthusiastically, while the less tangible
mass communications that were anticipated are set quietly in the background, as
if they are inevitable. In story after story, the astronauts communicate from
the planet Zog in an instant using video chat, and yet that, evidently, is not the exciting part. The exciting part is
that they are on Zog.
I must confess that I do not understand why, for it is
not at all obvious to me that exploring Zog is more useful than inventing
Wikipedia, or that the ability to get to Zog would represent a greater leap
forward than the ability to talk to our friends from it. Certainly, Zog may
have some interesting rocks, and the technical feat of sending men there and
returning them safely to Earth would be worth celebrating. (I do tend to tear
up watching the original Moon landing.) But in comparison to a breakthrough
that allows me to enjoy the words, faces, music, food, counsel, art, and
research of every other human being on Earth, whether living or dead, it would
pale. I have that. In my pocket.
Stagnation? Nope. Renaissance,
more like.
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