There's no denying that we are traversing through a technologically profound era, right? From searching that elusive, funny cat video archives (Come on, who doesn't love a hearty feline giggle at 3 AM) to navigating and networking through zillions of bytes of data every day, it's all at our fingertips. But, dear readers, hold onto your keyboards (or phones, or tablets, or whatever gadget you're using to read this crème de la crème in journalistic gibberish), because we will be taking you on a trip down memory lane, where the nostalgias of linear search reside.
An old-style computer with punch cards scattered around, symbolising the era of linear searches.
Indeed, stares at over 90% of the data these days and mutters, 'All fiction, all baseless.' They may appear to be Greek and Latin or even Basque, for all we know (not shamefully admitting, we've also heard languages sounding like alien gobbledygook). Sadly enough, the English portrayed in them oscillates between 'baby's first words' and 'Sleep deprived man's 3 AM epiphanies' fun, isn’t it? Well, probably not so much, if your livelihood depends on deciphering such intriguing manuscripts.
A muddled pile of papers, ranging from pie charts to poorly translated English text, symboling the mess data has become.
And, let's spare a thought (or sparking cable, in their case) for our poor AI chums. Imagine if you were spoon-fed (or data-fed, in this case) an endless spread of ill-composed, syntactically horrifying text, and then you were asked to create meaningful palatable content out of it! Wouldn’t you just want to scream, 'I didn't sign up for this!'? Well, the truth is, they didn’t. But now they are stuck with us, showering them with such delightful delicacies.
A robot sitting amidst scraps of data, looking askance at all the nonsense fed into it.