A Glimpse into Tomorrow


By Terry Lowenstein


 

 
 

The Exhibit

 

 
 
          Cassiopeia awoke to the sound of the alarm. Turning it off quickly, she practically jumped out of bed, but not before waking her husband, Adam. Usually hard to awaken, Adam needed no prodding this morning, and was promptly up. Thankfully the coffee was already made. The two cups were quickly consumed, and in record time the couple was dressed and on their way out of their apartment.
          The sunrise had not yet even begun to make its appearance, but still they hurried. When they turned the corner, they were shocked at the line that already had formed at the Antiquities Museum. The line was enormous and stretched like a giant anaconda, from the door to the museum and down several blocks.
          "I told you we should have camped out near the door!" Cassiopeia complained. But Adam, who was no camper, was glad they hadn't.
          "We'll still get in; don't worry Cassie," he said by way of reassurance, but nonetheless was glad they'd left when they did. Quickly, they took their place in a line that was now four blocks from the entrance.
          As the morning rapidly passed, the line grew more and more unbelievable, and the waiting crowd began to grow restless. With an hour still remaining until opening, no one was surprised to see the reporters and cameramen, for this was an important event. Nor was anyone surprised when, almost on cue, the protesters came lining the sidewalk still insisting the exhibit should be closed. A minister nearby warned all of the consequences of their viewing the exhibit.
          Ten minutes later the police arrived at the scene. Seeing them in riot gear, the protesters cheered, believing their presence signaled a cancellation of the exhibit, while those in line only grew impatient. When it became apparent that the exhibit was to go on, the protesters became even more vehement in their demonstrations.
          The sound of sirens caused all to turn in the direction from which they came. Everyone watched as a motorcade appeared down the street, which long before had been cordoned off. At the entrance of the museum the vehicle stopped and out stepped the museum curator, and with him was the President and her husband. As the other vehicles pulled up, more and more dignitaries arrived, and a line of rulers from other countries began to form. Among those gathered were the President of Great Britain and his wife, as well as the King and Queen of the Celtic Nations, the Emperor of France and the Tsar of China. When at last all were assembled, the museum curator, Mr. Richard, introduced the President.
          President Kennedy surveyed the crowd, and then she spoke, "I will not take up your time today with long speeches, but rather will only state how glad I am to be part of such a historic occasion. This exhibit will go down in history. What we see today will long be remembered. Further, you should know that though given the opportunity to view Professor William's discovery ahead of time, such an opportunity seemed unfair to the rest of the country. Therefore today, with all of you gathered here, we will view that what for so long has been hidden. And though others still seek this to be so, I feel that this exhibit should be delayed no longer. And so, without further ado, let us go inside."
          Subsequently, the ribbon was cut, and the President went in accompanied closely by the secret service. The others followed, and the crowd waited now for their turn at admission to the museum. The ever-present press was not allowed to interview too near to the museum, and thus it was hoped that all would proceed smoothly. Still with such a large crowd, it was hours before the line seemed to move at all. The protesters only continued to grow louder as their anger at the exhibit's existence escalated. In fact several individuals had to be taken away, so violent was their opposition to the exhibit.
          Nervous with anticipation, Cassie and Adam found themselves just outside the entrance to the museum, suddenly startled by the sounds of gunfire. The police had found an individual who had hoped to bomb the museum. Unsure of what the outcome would be, there was a tense period as onlookers worried for their safety. However, they were relieved as the situation was soon under control, and the line moved forward.          
          Once inside, the line again stretched on for what seemed an eternity. Cassie and Adam wondered if they would ever be able to see the exhibit. Several more hours passed, and they finally stood outside the door. Inside was what they'd waited all day to see. Their anticipation was interrupted by yet another skirmish and angry sounds from outside. Feeling frustrated, they again questioned if they'd actually get in. Finally though, the door opened and it was their turn. Upon entering they saw an elderly couple leaving.
          The woman was crying, and turned to Cassie and said, "I can't believe I've lived to see this day!" The woman's eyes sparkled with an intensity that made Cassie and Adam all the more excited about what they were to see. There before them was the exhibit.
          Cassie spoke low in an awed whisper, "I can't believe it's really here. It really did exist!"
          "Yes," Adam replied in an equally reverent tone, "I can't believe that we've lived long enough to see it!" There in front of them was the item that no one ever thought to see. A BOOK!
          Cassie peered closer as she read the worn and faded cover. Tears fell from her eyes as she read its name, The Holy Bible. "This is a day that we won't forget!" she replied as they turned to go, and no other words seemed necessary as she and Adam left.
          In fact neither spoke as they walked home through the cold. Snowflakes were just beginning to fall when they at last reached their apartment. The snowflakes caused Adam to reflect even more on the exhibit, and finally he turned to Cassie and said, "Look even the severe weather that was predicted waited so that everyone could see THE BOOK!"
          "Yes," Cassie replied. "Thankfully the blizzard waited!" Turning to watch the now heavy snowfall, she added, "This is a day I'll remember forever, August 13, 2444!"

 


 

 
 

The Crash

 

 
 

          It is the year 2548, and the world is a very different place now. Computers used to be as commonplace as the TV. Laptops were everywhere. In fact they had long ago taken the place of paper and pen. They were used in industry, in education, in the home, everywhere. No longer was there such a thing as paper. No longer were there pencils to sharpen. In, fact the pen too had long since disappeared from everyday life.
          Years ago one had been found when the old Bank America building had been demolished. It was considered so valuable, that an armed guard always watched over it. Crowds at first lined up for blocks to see this marvel of the past. Years later, a steady stream of visitors from around the globe still came to look at the PEN. To think this was how the world of yesterday wrote was something that astonished all who saw it. Many wondered at the truth of it at all, considering it at best a fairy tale.
          However, what really fascinated the serious collector was the search for what at one time was called a book. There simply were no books to be found, for just after the year 2448, all books had been banned and destroyed. The powers being reasoned that if we as a global world were to survive, there must be unity, and computers could bring this unity quicker and more efficiently. Therefore, books were considered too old fashioned, an obstacle to the future. The governments, in their unbridled quest for united world technology, threw out what was considered too old. It was too late when they finally listened to those who tried to stop them. Indeed, so great was their zeal that no books were left on earth. In addition, the trees that at one time were used to produce paper were now considered too precious in light of the planet's dwindling resources. Thus when others were caught trying to print books, they were punished and their presses and inks confiscated. Sadly, with the passage of time, bookmaking became a forgotten art, and books themselves were only vaguely remembered by a generation that was fast growing old. Soon no one alive would know that such a thing ever existed. Like the papyrus scrolls of ancient Egypt, the Rosetta Stone, and even the hieroglyphics of lost civilizations, they were seen as part of the ancient past.
          That was the case until the great earthquake of 2509. Then the city of Charlotte was left without power for two weeks. When the power resumed, an unknown computer virus spread throughout the world by the same computer lines that brought information over the Internet and into the homes of the citizenry. The silent crash of the global computer system brought the world to its knees, and the age of the computer was over.           
          This is the world today. Books are gone; paper does not exist, and we struggle ourselves even to exist. Still a few of us are trying to record our history, to let others know of our mistake so that somehow we can warn future generations. I am one of these. I write with the point of stick on a stretched canvas, the dried skin of an animal we have consumed for food. Even as I do so, I cry at the terrible loss, and wonder if this will survive. Yet, somehow I know it will, and someday generations in the future will look at it and think how primitive we were. If they only knew!



          Thousands of years later, newspaper headlines around the planet carried word of an important new discovery. Archeologists working in the area near the ocean were astonished at what was unearthed after a recent hurricane What they found was evidence that showed signs of what was thought to have been primitive man's first attempt at writing.
          That evening viewers watched as their televisions told of this amazing discovery. The news channel then went to tell how besides the primitive writing discovered, there was evidence of what appeared to be an ancient burial mound A captivated audience watched as the archaeologists uncovered the mound with plans to remove and rebury the bodies elsewhere. They were shocked when it was not bodies that were found but what appeared to be some type of electronic machinery.



          Of course, this is impossible, as we all know, since the technology for electronics is only a recent development. Such an understanding of electronics would be well beyond the knowledge of primitive man, with evidence strongly showing the primitive man was too busy just staying alive. This reporter believes that claims that insist otherwise are merely hoaxes and not worth the attention that is being paid them. Instead we should get back to reporting the real newsworthy item of the day-the invention of what is to be called the computer-a device that promises to revolutionize the world. Certainly, such technology was beyond the grasp of primitive man.

          Or was it?

 

 


 
 

Copyright 2000 Terry Lowenstein

 

 

 

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