With the sheer amount of data being gathered and kept for every person, in the far future a common school assignment could be being assigned some random nobody from our times and having to piece together their daily life by cross-referencing archived social media records.
I’ve had a class do this for women that lived in my city 100 years ago. We had them pick folks out of the voter rolls for the first general election women were allowed to vote in.
Unbeknownst to you during life, you were actually made into a meme based on a still frame of an embarrassing video that some stranger took of you without your knowledge, which was stripped of all context before going viral.
The digital archaeologists of the future have found the meme, and now you’ll forever be remembered as “the person who makes O-face while spilling coffee.”
On our village cemetery there’s a central pillar where all the vicars serving here since the 1600s are carved in. While hiking the other day in the woods north of here, I found a large stone monument between two oak trees that memorizes the man that owned that bit if forest in the 1800s. It’s not that hard to somehow reach that status.
If anybody has any clue of my existence 200 years after my death, I’ll be very surprised.
With the sheer amount of data being gathered and kept for every person, in the far future a common school assignment could be being assigned some random nobody from our times and having to piece together their daily life by cross-referencing archived social media records.
I’ve had a class do this for women that lived in my city 100 years ago. We had them pick folks out of the voter rolls for the first general election women were allowed to vote in.
Some of the papers got wicked detailed.
You should have sold the wrong-grade copper too.
Unbeknownst to you during life, you were actually made into a meme based on a still frame of an embarrassing video that some stranger took of you without your knowledge, which was stripped of all context before going viral.
The digital archaeologists of the future have found the meme, and now you’ll forever be remembered as “the person who makes O-face while spilling coffee.”
Someone finally found the time capaule your class buried when you were 10.
Maybe I could be a fallout skeleton, slumped over a terminal with some intersting shit written on it.
Step 1: build a gigantic 10-meter tall stone monolith and put your name on it and make up a bunch of mystical shit.
Step 2: put it in the back of your car and leave it in a forest
Step 3: time
Step 4: Eternal profit
How big do you think my car is???
Honda Civic can pull this off if you have the tires inflated to the right pressure.
At least 3 elepants
US-American SUVs be like.
On our village cemetery there’s a central pillar where all the vicars serving here since the 1600s are carved in. While hiking the other day in the woods north of here, I found a large stone monument between two oak trees that memorizes the man that owned that bit if forest in the 1800s. It’s not that hard to somehow reach that status.