Whenever I hear a friend or anyone saying “ I would never
read books on a Kindle. Nothing equals the smell of a new book” etc I
smirk. I look at them with pity as if
they are grandmas who cant understand technology and say scornful things like “
Do you think our ancestors felt sentimental about parchments? Had everyone been
for parchments and writing on barks, you would never have books. Perhaps the
parchment guys were hesitant to move from stone/clay tablets? etc. It makes me
feel super cool for being in with technology and against the mass belief of a
hard copy being better sentimentally than its advanced tech inhuman version.
I believed I was soo for technology. Until I discovered I wasn’t.
It has been an accepted fact for some time that until
science finds a way to delay natural ageing, the only way to remain immortal is
to transfer your consciousness to a machine and live as a machine forever. I just
cannot get on board with this. I am soo
attached to this biological way of life that it irks me to even think I can
live inside another body. I refused to watch the movie “ Her” because the idea
of a man falling in love with an OS with consciousness repulsed me. It did not
matter that the machine could think, feel emotions, and was in all aspects – a person.
It is like falling in love with a person over the internet, only you will never
ever meet them. I know all this, I just
cant wrap my head around it.
I want to scream and shout “ But this is how it was meant to
be. You cant interfere with nature” as if I am living in the middle of the
jungle and hunt deers for dinner. I do not define myself by my body( maybe if I
was thinner and prettier) but now, no- I do define myself by my thoughts only. Yet,
it is impossible for me to let my thoughts live in another container.
I guess I am more old-fashioned than I thought I was. I
really need to stop smirking at the Kindle critics.
