Without the Internet, I would never have amassed the knowledge I currently hold today. The wild success of the knowledge powertrains of Wikipedia and Google fail to cease captivating users into learning something new every day.
Yet, I loathe the Internet in numerous ways. It’s become what is virtually (literally virtually) a drug habit, and in a way worse than a drug habit because I depend on it for social needs and information. Without it, I would lose interesting, common-minded people to talk with, as well a a trove of information that I would have to buy expensive books for.
But without the development of the Internet, what would humanity be…? I suppose we would return to the days where people would actually be inclined to talk face-to-face, invite each other to their houses, play around, sit under a tree reading a book, debug programs, go places, make things. It wouldn’t necessarily be a better future, but it would certainly be a different one. If it took this long to develop the Internet (not very long, actually), imagine the other technologies we are missing out on today.
And then there is the problem of the masses. The problem lies not in the quantity itself, it’s that attempting to separate oneself from the group merely attempts to imply elitism. And you end up with some nice statistics and social experiments and a big beautiful normal model, with very dumb people on one end and very intelligent people on the other.
This wide spectrum means that conflict is abound everywhere. People challenge perspectives on Reddit, challenge facts on Wikipedia, challenge opinions on forums, challenge ideas on technical drafts and mailing lists. And on YouTube, people just have good ol’ fistfights over the dumbest of things.
On the Internet, the demographic is completely different than in human society, even if the Internet was supposed to be an extension of human society. The minority – yes, those you thought did not exist: the adamant atheists, the deniers, the libertarians, the conspiracists, the trolls – suddenly become vocal and sometimes violent. The professionalism with which the Internet was designed in mind is not to be found on any of the major streams of information. This is not ARPANET anymore. These are not scientists anymore studying how to run data over wires to see if they can send stuff between computers. These are people who believe the Internet is freedom at last. Freedom to love, freedom to hate; to hack, to disassemble, to make peace, to run campaigns, to make videos, to learn something, to play games, to make opinions, to argue, to agree, to write books, to store things, to pirate software, to watch movies, to empathize, to converse, to collaborate, or just to tell the world you really hate yourself.
Thus, I am a victim of freedom and a slave to it. My friends do not talk to me anymore. I am just left with solitude and a keyboard.