Digital Children

There’s a difference between digital recording and analog recording. Analog recording produces a natural, smooth wave sound, whereas digital recording records sound in a series of discrete, jagged steps. Digital recordings are smaller and easier to cram into an iPod, but they’re not smooth. They’re not natural. But if you improve digital recording to the point where most humans can’t tell the difference between it and an analog recording, what’s the difference?  To the average person, a natural sound is virtually indistinguishable from a digital sound, so who really cares which is which, right?

But it’s still digital.  It’s still not the real thing. No matter how good it sounds, it’s not human, it’s not natural.  The human ear can’t tell the difference between real and artificial, so at some point it will be satisfied with the artificial sound instead of the natural sound. Seems like that’s more or less already happened, given the preponderance of digital playback devices nowadays. After a while, the real sounds won’t sound as good as the artificial sounds.  Human beings will grow to prefer the ever-so-slightly harsh artificial sound and regard natural sound as alien, or even wrong. It could be argued they already have. The digital, the artificial, has supplanted the real and natural, and after a while, people will forget what the actual sound was. Sort of like when our grandkids will have to be satisfied with pictures of polar bears rather than the real thing. They will have been thoroughly trained to prefer what is artificial and unreal.

This is exactly what’s happening with our kids in today’s schools, concert halls, and TV-anesthetized living rooms. They have no real idea how badly they’ve been brainwashed, and any suggestion that they really don’t know what’s going on is extremely insulting to them.  Big brother is winning.  He has convinced these kids that their slavery to blind consumerism, to ridiculous music, to idiotic television, and to everything else that hurts them while benefiting Big Brother, is good.  It’s the final victory.  They think the news is real.  They think television is the way life is supposed to be. There really isn’t any way to explain to them how badly they’ve been used, how little they actually know about what’s happening to them, because the artificiality is all they’ve ever experienced. The real stuff is merely a quaint rumor, or some dead rock star on a t-shirt whose music they’ve only heard on badly recorded mp3s.

I don’t think there’s any way to prevent them from becoming completely happy about their current condition.  They will eventually have been convinced that their slavery is just dandy.  Indeed, they will  be just as unaware of their consumer prison as fish are unaware of water. Those of us who try to get them to see their own servitude are regarded as lunatics, or curmudgeons, or just plain annoying.  They are comfortable, they are happy, and there’s no reason for them to question much of anything.  As far as they know (which isn’t very far beyond their cells phones or Facebook pages), there’s no need to question anything around them, because all their base needs have been met. Stepford nirvana. We see it every day in the vapid expressions, the slavery to electronic communication, the shortened attention spans, and the almost total resistance to anything that doesn’t fit within the tiny artificial parameters that have been pounded into their awareness since birth. They’ve been trained not to even look through the slats of the crib, much less try to get out of it. And it’s got nothing to do with cognitive ability or “intelligence”. Dumb kids, smart kids, it makes no difference. They have been bred to be obedient workers, obedient citizens, obedient consumers, and they outnumber us by a large number.

I guess the only option is to pity them and hope they don’t see us as the mutations and seek to eliminate us. At least not too soon, anyway.