Dear writer of the past,
It is now tomorrow, and you are no longer necessary. Thank you for all your contributions to humanity. You did a great job. But it’s time to move on and find something else to do. Maybe take a cooking class.
See, before the keyboard became obsolete, writing was a physical, as well as an intellectual, venture. You had to sit on a stool, alone, staring onto a blank screen or page, waiting for the inspiration to hit you. Sometimes nothing would come. But you had to stay put and wait either way.
If a string of words happened to creep into your mind, you commanded your hands to obey. The words would only appear by making your fingers dance over a keyboard, pressing buttons in sequence, and slowly watching your tome emerge.
That is no more. Now that keyboards no longer exist, we just speak. Our devices, linked to our neural outputs at all times, take our words, edit them, fact check them, add to them, delete them, whatever. Before they are sent to another person’s device or brain. Or converted into pictures, or virtual experiences, or whatever other forms we wish.
The point is writing has evolved.
Everyone is a writer in the future in the same way that everyone became a photographer in your day. Photography was once a cherished and valued skill and trade. Then, we took away the costs, took away the task of photo development, and put a camera in the hands of everyone. Photography was ubiquitous, which devalued it. Of course, I mean it was devalued economically, not socially. For the same reasons, writing is now devalued. This is your tomorrow. Any who can speak is a “Writer”.
All the hurdles were lifted. You can write your “book” while swimming in the ocean. Or just have your computer do your word composing for you. Why even bother yourself with such a paltry task as stringing words together? Learning to type in the future would be like learning to change a wagon wheel on a donkey cart. Who cares?
Of course, there are still some amongst us who never gave up the “act” of writing. Who never abandoned their keyboards. They think writing should be done by humans, on analog devices where one word has to be placed after another word. I’ve even seen some carry devices that leave ink marks on paper.
Writers. Obsolete. Make way for progress.
In the future, we have no favorite writers. We see how primitive people such as Hemingway, or Jane Austen, were. Today, our favorite writers are data sets, programmed with algorithms, augmented by software.
Please get with it.
Writer From Your Tomorrow