Sunday, August 25, 2013

There Will Come Soft Rains: Oulianor


The clock-radio sounds the alarm every moring at 7am. It has a reserve battery that keeps the memory of the time in case of a power outage. My cell phone sounds daily at 6am and the ceiling fan whirls nonstop with a consisstent flow of electricity. In the event of an apocolypse in Gainesville given that the power never gave out,  there would not much going on in my room visually but audibly there would be  an alarm going off for all time and a fan that hummed and kept a cool breeze in the room. Eventually the female voice that sounded the alrm on my phone would eventually die when the battery dies.

One aspect that makes this story all the more disturbing is that it is a plausible fate. The feelings do not lie solely in the case of the nuclear holocaust but the idea of what and whom is left behind. It is said that soon there will be technologies with enough computing power capable of superseeding the processing power of the human mind.This brings up the question of what will the roles of man be vs technology, who or what will be the superior being. If we take any example from nature creation will never outdue its creator. I find this prospect to be very interesting: how will we evolve (not in a sense of evolution) with technology and where will the dividing line be, and will the threshold disappear within us, eventuating in us become it.

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