Totally personal story of how strange life is. So I have the ancient runed scroll of Ph.D. It was hard to get! Let's just say, deep in the woods of weird humanities.
This was a ways last century. Did I say it was difficult? Year I started, program admitted 7 out of more than 300. I have certain skills. I can read and remember shit like nothing, and if needed, I can memorize stuff. That was quite a handy skill! Result? Decent enough living so far, and as long as you can handle the turbulence the plane still flies fine. For me, this was fine and dandy. No major regrets here.
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But here is the strange part. My dad calls me up -- a simple man, his pastor had mentioned a jewish philosopher and he could not remember the name. "Likely it was Moses Maimonides," I said, since I highly doubt the mid-witted congregations my family seems to prefer knows of a single other jewish philosopher. "Yeah," he said. I then told him the details, 12th century, his best known work, "Guide for the Perplexed," and I would it in the top 10 of basic medieval religious books to read, certainly the most important jewish medieval philosopher, not surpassed until mighty Spinoza came along 500 years later. Dad thanked me, said that was the name of th book th pastor mentioned, too. I ordered it for him on Amazon, a good accessible modern translation, no complicated stuff.
See, I can do that with a lot of scholarly info. It was the skill set to have. Libraries and encyclopedias were not very portable.
But I realized, I'm basically an Alexa. I mean, as a concept. Maybe I am an Alexa.
The Amish do not allow themselves electronic devices, I can be an Alexa for them. "Sadre, who was Moses Maimonides?"
Very strange train of thought. I am puzzled because it could appear knowledge skills invaluable in the pre-digital era are simply maybe not anymore.
So now, all these people are going to be walking around, talking about 10 million things, and the only way they could possibly be of value is if they rent themselves as "real girlfriend experience" Alexas.
In the year 2100, people who can remember information will be like people who can nose whistle the Star Spangled Banner -- intriguing but pointless.