Digi The Killer's
EPILOGUES
Epilogues
Seattle, American, summer.
1998
Bill Gates' story had not yet begun when he asked his daughter to tell a story.
“Dad, let's hurry, tell me about modern man,” said his daughter once again. The old man was speechless, but had not told him.
That night Bill Gate had not finished typing page after page of his untitled book, which would later be known as Business@ Seed of Thought. He looked at it once more while spitting out a long breath. How long and tiring for a bribe “Utilizing the Cognitive” Relay.
His energy was drained, his mind was paralyzed, and his muscles were eaten by sharks. His mind is dead-end when it comes to connecting human cognition with digital systems. Is it possible for digital systems to replace human cognition with highly complex systems of distinction? Can a simple parable be increased to a true parable? Is, in essence, a stand-alone digital system replacing the human presence?
The question kept hanging in his head, and there was no answer yet. Until finally he then re-typed so much in an optical fiber in front of him.
I am an optimist I am making progress. I am grateful to live in this time, not in any other age in history. In those days, the skills I had would not be considered valuable. Even I am most likely to be the food of savages. The tools of the industrial age serve to enlarge the ability of our muscles. While tools or devices in the digital age function to enlarge the ability of our brains. I am even better because my children will be great in this new world (1999:369)
Bill Gates throws a cigarette into the corner. AC roaring. Tiktok clock is like a bomb, He's always stuck on the idea of a digital system that changes human life to the smallest things. He always asked, what can change humans with digital systems?
He was so passionate that the digital system was able to change the human brain. If the Industrial Age had succeeded in turning human muscles into stronger ones to become laborers, he thought, then the digital age would have turned the human brain into a digital system operating with a binary opposition frame of mind.
Binary opposition. He looked around and seemed to be finding ideas outside the window.
“This is it!”
He then once again imagined his last imagination. About binner's opposition and the brain's performance …
50 Years later…
Penjam Paser, Year 2048
Morning time. The sun has appeared in the eastern horizon. The wind blows slowly. Cold biting skin. A plane landed at Penajam Paser Airport, the capital of Indonesia. The air is very hot. It has been since decades ago the capital of Indonesia has moved from Jakarta to Penajam Paser.
Someone carried a backpack through the hallways of check out. Carrying his backpack. The sneakers squeaking on the floor rang out very consecutively, signaling he was in a great hurry. Seen the device attached to the back of his hand. At 07:35. Not too late. The meeting at the Paser Building is less than half an hour away. A short message encrypted into the form of a voice was quickly responded to. How to convert sounds into text. A digital savvy helps him to answer a number of fast-paced ones that have been programmed since from home.
In the airport lobby was waiting for a driver who brandished his name.
“Mr Ergo?”
“Iya, I.”
The driver took the man out of the airport. Passing through paved roads. On the left right are embedded bintaro trees and angsana. A line of billboards lined the edges of the road. A number of air trains run. The city seems to be getting busy. Not long after that he turned into a towering building. Large plank of Digital Technology Strategy Center.
The man, later called Ergo, got out of the car and entered the main lobby of the building. Someone picked me up in front of the reception.
“Mr Ergo?”
“Ya.”
“Mr Ramses is waiting.”
Ergo's forehead frowned. It was like he remembered something.