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A History of The Computer Era on Earth
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By Vincent B. Navarino, The Year 2795 A.D. (Alien Date)
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Today, class, we are going to talk about the people that worked in
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the early days of the computer era on a planet called Earth; which
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had many similarities with our great planet. In fact, the Earth it
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seems had a history almost identical to our own planet's, save for
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some critical and tragic differences.
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Many years ago, before the computer revolution took place on this
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relatively young planet, there was an ancient concept called 'Manual
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Labor.' A concept that reached its height after the first McDonald's
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opened up. Many, many people were constantly being forced to talk
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'McLanguage' which meant that the people's minds went the way of the
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dodo bird.
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- A flightless bird of old that was quite stupid
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The common people that worked at such laborious tasks were usually
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high school students or high school dropouts. Since these persons
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were not deemed of any value by their society, no one cared. After
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all, they still had to be home at a certain time, had to wash up
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before eating, couldn't vote, and were constantly in a state called
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"grounded." Therefore they were not paid any real attention until
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they became adults (i.e. paid REAL rent or moved out).
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In the scheme of things on Earth there were always people who
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performed 'Manual Labor.' This was so that real people could enjoy
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the benefits of not being bothered with such laborious and mundane
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tasks. After all, it is hard to get a rocket scientist out of his
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house to take the trash out to the curb; he could get lost.
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With the concept of 'Manual Labor' established, and the "people" to
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fill such a role it left a hole that needed to be filled by society.
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Meaning, if you didn't have to exert yourself what were you to do?
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What would you be called?
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- And so the Computer Programmer was born
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The Programmer realized that if there were people to fix his car,
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flip his burgers and shine his shoes then he could enjoy the benefits
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of using his mind, not his muscles. Soon he found that he could make
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tons more money than the 'Manual Laborer.'
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- After all, he WAS smarter
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However, the Programmer soon found out he was not perfect. After
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what seems like a millennium he had to grudgingly admit that he was
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flawed. He lacked an adversary. Truth be told, he needed someone to
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blame his mistakes on.
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- And thus the Hardware People filled the void
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The Hardware People soon took all the blame for the Programmers'
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errors. It was they who were fired because 'Mr. Big' didn't get his
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report on time. They were the ones who were always persecuted
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because the system crashed; not the innocent Programmer whose coding
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skills were so weak it invaded all the regions in the mainframe and
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made $5 million dollars worth of pure computing power act like a
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power toaster. No, they weren't to blame. It wasn't they who did it
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. . . it was those nasty downstairs Hardware People that were to
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blame.
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- After all, they always LOOKED guilty.
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Soon the wars between the Hardware People and the Programmers took
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their inevitable toll. Too many companies went bankrupt because they
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fired all the Hardware People and the bad, nasty, evil and incredibly
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smart Programmers didn't care when, if ever, 'Mr. Big' got his
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report. So both the Hardware (let's call them 'Manual Laborers')
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people and the Programmers (let's call them the Smart Ones) were all
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out of a job. Both needed money, and quickly.
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- Thus The Computer Consultant was born
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The Consultant was and still is an enigma to us. He was neither a
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Programmer nor a Hardware Person; he was a deadly mixture. Rarely
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did he help. Money was his first, last and middle name. You could
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never get this guy to answer a simple question without it costing you
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$250. He was a danger to all life. It was his special brand of
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ineptness that makes him of value in this tale. The Consultant is
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like the lawyer.
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- No ethics, morals or shreds of humanity
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clouded his thinking
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Money was his God. The more he made and the less he worked for it,
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the better he felt. He preyed on the weak, the unknowing, the small
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businesses. He was all that went wrong in their world and more. He
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caused grief and chaos wherever he went. And worst of all. . . he
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got paid to do it.
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The Consultant was a hybrid; a fluke like the Platypus. A freak of
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nature that ate cash and promises like they were going out of style.
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Soon mankind, sickened beyond belief at this atrocity, decided to do
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something about it. They wanted to put an end to this monster. They
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wanted to erase all traces of the Computer Consultants.
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- So they hired them and made them Managers
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And life as they knew it took an even worse turn. That's when the
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intelligent and ultra-advanced aliens from the Milky Way got so fed
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up with the human's pitiful existence that they decided to sit back,
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sip root beer and nuke the Earth from orbit to put those poor humans
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out of their misery.
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To date the only sad part of this story is that the Universe missed
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out on something special after the Earth was nuked. One shining
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glimmer of hope and beauty that could have only been found on Earth.
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- The Nickelodeon Channel
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bbbbbbrrrrriiiinnnngggggg!ing!ing!
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Alright class, that ends the lesson for today. Remember to read
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Chapters 2-5 in your _Past Parallel Civilizations that Were Killed
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Mercifully by the Ultra-Advanced Aliens from the Milky Way_
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textbooks. And remember our field trip to Mars is next week. I need
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all of your parental permission slips signed by Thursday or you'll
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miss out on thumbing through the old Mars probe wreckage!
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Have a good day, class. {RAH}
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Vincent B. Navarino is a Sr. Mainframe Applications Programmer and
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the SysOp of The Particle Board III BBS (FidoNet 1:272/60). After
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being asked politely to leave his former employer, he has wandered
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the lengths of the land to find the Colonel's secret recipe. Rumor
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has it that Mr. Navarino is quite mad and has attempted to bungee
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jump off of bridges sans bungee chord. Due to quick action by
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several passing motorists, he is still alive and banging his head
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randomly on his computer keyboard.
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