Does "The Cloud" really offer our only chance of being remembered? Does "The Cloud" actually contain an accurate picture of our daily lives? Does it even matter that they will think we worship kittens? Are we living through The New Dark Ages? Or enjoying the last, glowing remnants of a dying, Golden Civilization before the descent into chaos, starvation and/or pandemic?
The Egyptians left us with their lasting monuments without also leaving us clear instructions for their replication and even why they did what they did. Much of it was probably distorted by religious beliefs and stiff social hierarchy. Does leaving us their artifacts and hieroglyphs truly represent a clear picture of their own, daily lives? Why did it take us millennia to finally begin to study and try to understand their seemingly odd activities? Rather than merely looting their exquisite treasures for personal greed. Will people laugh, or wonder in awestruck silence at images of cyclists in one hundred years? As our jerky and spotty images are magically projected from our last, few, remaining photon storage streams into thin air? And who, or what, will do the projection in 2116?
Remember that 100 years ago things like radio, TV, radar, flight, mass motor vehicle ownership, computers, hair driers, vacuum cleaners, refrigerators, mains electricity, power tools, skateboards, space travel, GPS, lorries, microwaves, nuclear power, tanks and missiles were not even part of the human consciousness. Yet there is no shortage of pictures and films recording their arrival. Will the same be true of our own astonishing breakthroughs in 100 years from now?
Just another short ride for seven miles. I saw a small child riding a tadpole trike uphill while heavily laden with shopping. I heard her ask her mother if she could carry it all on her trike as they followed me though the checkouts. What a great idea to give a child a sense of purpose from such a young age. Better surely than sitting the sprogs in the back of the car, there and back, while they play games on a screen or exchange inane messages with other terminally bored kids?