Reading book after book, fighting to learn more. To grasp the collective intellectualism that the Internet of Things collected for me to immerse in.
But I always feel like I’m missing out. The variety of opinions isn’t available—only the ones with the most megaphones. Only the ones with the most money or most physical power are allowed to be heard. On social media, I sometimes hear your whispers. Randomly sprinkled into my curated feed that already approves of my biases.
And I can’t help to think that modern technology is just a repetition of the same power distribution that built our uneven society. It’s the same brains that are building our digital universe that constructed our physical world. The educated, the already powerful, the ones who know how to play games, the ones who have the right conditions, the white and male ones.
And sure, we see that women from all over the world are the ones who are getting further education. But they are attending universities that were built on training male brains held by male tutors and founded on restrictions of females. So even if the world is spinning towards a more equal place, and I guess that we, on paper, have the evenest distribution among genders than before we stepped away from matriarchal societies — we’re missing out on our foundational work. And it’s hard to build safe houses on sinking grounds.
So we listen to the reporters — or the public relations people who are posting for the largest magazines. And we believe the books. We use new technology that was built upon an expired worldview. And we believe. We hope. We seek every little beam of light. And we continue to wish upon every shooting star, that someone someday will finally believe in us. And for us who learned the game, and had the opportunities and the right conditions growing up — they will believe (in) us. So, speak.
