It was what everyone had always dreamed of. Well, almost everyone. For everyone to access the same network, the same information, the same world, no matter where. To be able to skip the laborious process of making the trip to the library every time one needed to verify one fact or another. The future of information. A highway for information, gleaming, shiny, and new, holding more and more cars every minute of every day. It stretched wherever one wanted to go, and back again. But this glorious network of information only claimed to be perfect. As time went on, the inevitable effects of the environment took its toll on this highway. There were drawbacks and pitfalls for every hopeful idea, a con for every pro. Vicious viruses, meddlesome malware, incorrect information, lurking around every corner, behind every flashy, vivacious advertisement. We flocked to this bumpy highway full of information nonetheless, sure we would not be the victims of its many potholes. As the cars around us fell into the ever-widening, invisible cracks, we cruised on smoothly, not a care in the world. It’s only a matter of time before our own car collapses, but until then our wheels continue to turn, picking up little pebbles and stones, churning them around for a bit, and then dropping them elsewhere. Our tires pound the pavement, and we search for a construction crew to recover the damage the many other cars have done to this once-perfect highway. But no such crew is in sight. And as you gaze out your window for the first time, marveling at the sight of the highway, you remember what it once was. Constructed and then left to crumble piece by piece, before it is no longer safe for travel without fear of damage to either the car, the passenger, or both. Thus ends the life of the highway, and only the highway knows when this end may near.
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