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Greenfield, Meg. Back to the future: the science and technology of the
21st century will be different, but we won't be.(Column). In
Newsweek Jan 27 1997, v129, n4, p96(1).
The science and technology of the 21st century will be different, but
we won't be
WE ARE ABOUT TO BE ENGULFED IN FUTURIST talk: new term, new century,
new millennium--what will it all be like? Here's one provisional
answer: the science/technology will be different. Its human
manipulators, subjects and beneficiaries won't. Therein lies the
enduring story.
Sometimes when I am working my clumsy way through the once
inconceivable electronic, cordless present I think of my own
long-departed parents, when they were young and (they no doubt
thought) on the cutting edge of modernity. I interrupt their 1920s
courtship--the poky car they considered a new-age marvel, the
relatively novel telephone and telegram and radio and movie culture
in which they were comfortable and their parents were not, the manner
of self-presentation and dress their parents denounced as indecent,
and the cockiness with which they considered themselves newly secure
in their physical health on the basis of medical advances we now
consider primitive. I try to tell them about space stations and the
Internet and heart and liver transplants and cell phones and laptops.
I say: look, I can sit up here in this airplane, which will get me to
Europe in a very few hours, and type a story and file it to an office
in Washington and exchange messages and phone calls with people
around the world--all right here in my airplane seat. They are agog.
But then they make the same mistake social analysts and prophets and
visionaries always make. They think that life will have been
transformed by these blessings in ways it has not been.
Yes, there is a sense--an important one--in which life has been
transformed from the past in our age, just as it was transformed from
an earlier time in theirs. Illness, ignorance and want have obviously
not been eliminated. But millions upon millions of people living
today, who not all that long ago would have been direly afflicted by
all three, will never know them in anything like their once common
form, if they know them at all. Better, faster and more are the
defining terms of our culture and our condition. I don't see how
anyone could doubt that or fail to be awed by the way both physical
and intellectual access have been expanded so you can go anywhere
and/or learn anything with a speed that only a couple of decades ago,
never mind a generation back, would have seemed merely fanciful,
sci-fi stuff. And if we know anything, it is that this kind of
progression is certain to continue.
Such predictions have always been a pretty safe bet. There were
Greeks, there were Renaissance figures (of whom Leonardo was but one)
and there were 19th-century figures, such as even the poet Tennyson,
whose imaginations enabled them to see well beyond the scientific
confines 0f their times. And so of course can we. What is harder to
see is a day when human nature and human life on earth will have been
commensurately transformed. What I am saying is that the humanists'
insights will probably always be more to the point than the imagery
of technological marvels yet to be. What Shakespeare uniquely knew
about the human mind and heart and the timeless human predicament
will be just as apt a millennium or two from now as it is today and
was 400 years ago. The uses to which actual, famously fallible people
put the newfangled marvels will still be the issue.
I think of this when the lawyer-commentators are taking us through
the latest permutations of the O.J. case. An the knowledge about DNA,
all the supersensitive means of analyzing microscopic traces of blood
and hair and all, do not get you past an ancient kind of drama and an
equally familiar set of responses to it by accuser and accused. I
think of the dear old Newt mess, entangled as it now is in
interception technology, unencrypted cellphone messages, arguments
about which kind of cable connector to which kind of recording device
from which kind of scanner went into the notoriously taped phone
call.
And, above all, I think of the tremendous conflicts in this country
over the uses to which the new technologies win be put. These are
conflicts riding on moral choices, and the mathematical principle has
not been thought of that can resolve them. We fight about who gets
the good of the lifesaving device and technique. This can be a fight
among equally needy individuals for a scarce resource or a fight
between generations about how much one person must pay to extend
another's longevity. We fight about where we should put our pooled
resources to get the good of the burgeoning knowledge--in space? in
bombs? in basic research? We fight about who owns the new knowledge
and its fruits, who has proprietary rights, who is entitled to
privacy, who should be able to hook up with whom. We fight about what
to do when a new scientific blessing, as is so often the case, comes
accompanied by a curse--the pesticide or vehicle or energy source
that saves and also, simultaneously, sickens or kills. Decked out in
our ever newer skills and abilities and seemingly magical potential,
facing the glowing screens of our new life, soaring above the earth,
bouncing back from a long dreaded and once mortal disease, guess
what? It's the same old us.
I think it is awfully important to remember this as the rhetoric
ascends toward the millennial moment, starting this week and gaining
verbal altitude as the turn of the century nears. There are not and
never can be any scientific rules whereby we can perfect ourselves
the way we can perfect certain objects and processes in the physical
world. And in this limitation will always reside our potential glory
and our potential shame. It will always be easier to do the
scientifically impossible thing (as we contemporaneously think of it)
than to do the personally possible but difficult thing--the right
thing by ourselves and by others and by the technologically amazing
world we have concocted to live in. I believe, in other words, that
my seemingly quaint, flapper-age parents, once they got the hang of
the gadgetry, would be as at home in this world as we all would be in
the super-duper one about to come. So far as its human inhabitants
are concerned, we would have seen it all before.
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