The Death of the Internet
Long live the DataStream
The Dead Internet
Yes, Shrimp Jesus has arisen. All hail.
In The Sequence, I alluded to the data-stream, a future version of what we know today as the internet. I envisioned a stream of data (hence the name) rather than static pages of content, largely based on my naive knowledge of how blockchains function. A collection of said blockchains keeping data in a perpetual state of motion seemed much more difficult to hack. The idea of security embedded not only in the content, but in the infrastructure itself made sense to me, particularly in a future world where artificial intelligence would surely do a number on current-day cryptography.
The dead internet refers to the fact (as I read it anyway) that AI created content now outpaces human created content, and that eventually the act of doomscrolling other people’s lives will die off like every single other fad that has ever existed. Artificially generated content, liked and promoted by artificial accounts, in order to generate more fake content. It’s the paperclip theory for TikTok’ers.
Something I did envision was the onslaught of AI generated content that would eventually invalidate ALL print media, whether it be written text, photographic, or video, none of it would ever again be able to be validated as truth. So there’s the plot. Unless seen with human eyes, nothing could be perceived as true. And then what happens when reality can be manipulated, then what?
We stand on the precipice, today. Peering over the ledge into the Age of Technology’s infinite abyss, an endless fall through boundless content that grows increasingly bizarre, as the artificials that create it continue their relentless exponential growth. Shrimp Jesus may in fact, be just the beginning.
A Day At the Aquarium
This photo says it ALL. The expression of wonder on Declan’s face was enough to brighten the darkest of days. He was simply flabbergasted. Overwhelmed. Awestruck. You get the idea. The kid was STOKED.
May Long Weekend Powder Tracks
May isn’t just for camping and selling stocks. You know, “Sell in May and go away.” Declan wasn’t the only Telford with his stoke on. Dad scored some fresh snow over on Whistler for a late last day of the season, May 19.
A Very Nice Car
or, “Why don’t you love me Ferrari much?”
We snuck in some pool time at the Four Seasons after the ski day, courtesy of my good friend Blake. Outside, I gawked shamelessly at this beautiful red car. One day. A new Ferrari in my driveway. Say it with me :)
One Night in Squamish
Katie gave the boys a night at home alone. I find it surprising how totally different Declan acts when it’s just he and I, vs. the three of us. Significantly less talking, and more bashing. How else could we ever discover the breaking point of all things?
Next week look for some news on the Hot Wheels Shrine coming together nicely, and an update written from the parents’ place. For now…
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