Ever since I heard of this newest massive world-wide hack called “Wanna Cry,” I have experienced all of the five stages of technology frustration:
- Fear that my contacts, emails, personal information and worst of all, my blog will be hacked and will be gone forever.
- Panic that I will have to hand over $300 in bitcoins (I still have no idea what these are, but am pretty sure that would mean money out of my pocket) to some anonymous cyber terrorist to get everything back.
- Anger that I will have to figure out how to change all my passwords and information all over again (because I never bothered to write down how to do all that as I thought at the time, ‘oh, I won’t forget THAT.’)
- Regret that I didn’t pay enough attention to the handy how-to page that used to be easy to find, but seems to have disappeared now.
- Acceptance that I am a complete boob with technology and wish I just had a typewriter with carbon paper again.
Anyone who knows me knows that I have little patience with technology, and am one of the loudest doomsayers about where technology will eventually take us. But I’m not alone; here are some actual facts I’ve read lately:
- By 2030, the prediction is that there will ONLY be driverless cars; no humans driving their own vehicles. Hey, I’m not the best driver, but I’d rather take my chances than have a machine shaped like a car drive me around.
- Smart phones have become so sophisticated that many cannot be opened no matter what kind of court order wants them opened. This would be in the case of missing persons, child abuse, extortion, etc. Excuse my ignorance, but won’t that be a bad thing in the short and long run?
- In about 30 to 40 years, old farts like us may be cared for by robots. Yes, I said actual robots. Seriously, seeing a caretaker unit trundle to my bed would probably scare me to death anyway.
- Since we seem to be losing our abilities to do simple tasks like remember phone numbers, plan a budget, sew, cook, raise a child to be a responsible adult, what will happen if all our technology implodes under its own weight?
But why should I worry about these so-called eventualities? In twenty years or so they’ll probably ship all of us walking antiques to our own country on Mars. Oh, those in charge will tell us that we are explorers but they will probably just want to get rid of us since we all complain too much about technology…..