Life & Island Times: Stop Us Before We Innovate Again

Editor’s Note: Isaac Asimov’s Foundation novel was created from a series of eight short stories published in Astounding Magazine between May 1942 and January 1950.

It was heady stuff. I found them in a box of science fiction magazines at rummage sale at the Unitarian Church on Woodward Avenue in suburban Detroit where pastor Bob Marshall, a bookstore owner, held court. They were original pulp, and did not survive more than a couple readings before disintigrating.

According to author Isaac Asimov, the premise to the series was based on ideas set forth in Edward Gibbon’s History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, and was invented spontaneously on his way to meet with editor John W. Campbell, with whom he developed the concepts of the collapse of the Galactic Empire. Asimov wrote these early stories in his West Philadelphia apartment when he worked at the Philadelphia Naval Yard. With Robert A. Heinlein’s ‘future history’ novels, also influenced by Campbell, this was the beginning of my political understanding. For good or for ill.

– Vic

July 21 2017
Stop Us Before We Innovate Again
Coastal Empire


This weekend’s online Wall Street Journal contained an article about the dangers of our aborning age of Artificial Intelligence (AI). The piece centered around the musings of the tech world’s current number one darling, SpaceX’s and TESLA’s founder, Elon Musk. It was as if Elon was blowing on a dog whistle. We mutts are supposed to start barking.

Well, here goes. Woof. Woof.

Musk is not alone in voicing AI-cautionary sentiments. “Neo-Luddites” Stephen Hawking and Bill Gates have done much the same in past years.

So what’s the deal? Technological innovation is now central to economic growth and prosperity. How does one innovate responsibly is essentially what he is asking. According to the article, Musk wants government policy and regulatory agency to come to the rescue. Excuse me as I barf while recalling Smoot Hawley, NAFTA, the Department of Education, and other great American government policy and agency triumphs.

More seriously, Musk’s approach and goal here could be seen as a subtle pushing of a camel’s nose under the tent. For example, as the marriage of AI and robotics disrupts future labor markets with hundreds of millions being out of work or underworked world wide, then the government in charge of such must help the techies by establishing new wealth transfer programs to lessen the side effects of this brave new world. Innovation means living longer thanks to biotech, having less to do thanks to the convergence of AI and robotics, and having less of a chance to be successfully creative and meaningful thanks to AI and big data algos

To some, it’s almost is if Elon is photoshopping a group picture of himself and his fellow privileged Silicon Valley innovators from being pictured as the hunters into the hunted.

Stop us from suiciding a better living world through innovation, he seems to be saying.

One might counter Musk with In for a disruptive dime, in for destroyed world dollar. Today’s hyper-innovation means perforce that its returns to capital will exponentially dwarf its returns to labor.

To his credit, Musk put his money where his mouth is regarding his AI fears by launching several years ago an open AI initiative – in effect accelerating the development of AI in the hopes that the more people are involved, the more responsible it’ll be. To some this smacks of getting more free research and stuff for the smart and well capitalized Valley guys.

Open AI is certainly a novel approach. However, it adheres to the belief that the answer to technology innovation is . . . (wait for it) . . . more and faster technology innovation.

This type of innovation explosion is different than previous ones like the industrial and information revolutions. It is human evolution altering.

For the first time in human history, man can design and engineer the stuff around him at the level of the very atoms it’s made of. He is redesigning and reprogramming the DNA at the core of every living organism. Our creation of artificial systems that match if not surpass human intelligence exceeds our ability to foresee its consequences. But the innovators counter by saying they can connect ideas, people and devices together faster and with more complexity than ever before.

Musk and his fellow innovators would do well to start by hewing to some, if not all, of the below revised and extended versions of Isaac Asimov’s Laws of Robotics:

AI entities may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.
AI entities must obey the orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.
AI entities must protect their own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Laws.
AI entities may not harm humanity, or, by inaction, allow humanity to come to harm.
AI entities shall partner and cooperate with human beings as long as such cooperation and partnership does not conflict with the previous laws.

Robots like Roomba and artificial intelligence enabled weapon systems like those in use at DoD do not currently contain or obey these laws. Their human creators must choose to program them in, and devise a means to do so.

The development of AI is a business, and businesses are notoriously uninterested in fundamental safeguards, especially philosophic ones. History is instructive here. Neither the tobacco industry, the automotive industry, or the nuclear power industry employed any meaningful safeguards initially. They resisted externally imposed safeguards. None of them has yet accepted an absolute edict against ever causing harm to humans. Safeguards are expensive, increase product complexity and do not contribute to profitability or getting a company to its IPO. Bottom line: the AI companies won’t develop AI-law compliant products on their own.

So, let’s assume the government tries to control this situation via policy and regulation. AI technology leaders might just move offshore and forsake the US market for the time being. More importantly, the world’s current economy is a constantly evolving ecosystem in which participants seek to change and adapt to their environment, which itself is evolving due to new technology and innovation, as well as shifts in investor and consumer behaviors. How can any government hope to write rules for such a competitive maw, let alone police it? Bottom line: government control won’t work very well.

Furthermore, even if we humans were to perfectly control the integration of AI Laws into humanity’s convergence with its AI machine partners, the worst long-term harm might come from obeying these AI laws perfectly, thereby depriving humanity of inventive or risk-taking behavior.

I guess we gotta leave some room to let the dogs out now and then.

Woof. Woof.

Meanwhile, chew on this graphic, my fellow meat-loving dogs.


Copyright © 2017 From My Isle Seat

Life & Island Times: Too Much Time On My Hands

Author’s note: Given the multiple “modern day presidential” tweetapaloozas we have been recently gifted with, today’s piece wrote itself. With deepest apologies to Styx.

– Marlow

Sittin’ on a White House potty stool
Tweetin’ like a damn fool
Got the three AM Twitter blues
I’ve given up hope for these Republican dopes
Senate votes’re only fifty-two!
Some folks wonder if I’m crazy
Pelosi says she sure I’m not sane at all!

So tired of things Russian
I’ve got too much to do and no time to do it
So tired my bills are losing
At night there’s nothing to do and all night to do it
Well I’d go out cruising, but DC’s got no place
To go at night, Secret Service got cameras everywhere
Fake news has already labeled me a criminal
The Dems wonder why I’m not in jail

Does anyone wonder why I twitter away all the time on my hands
Some say I’m tweeting away America’s sanity
I’ve got too much time on my hands
Why is it so hard to believe Obamacare’s a calamity
Country’s got no coverage left on its insurance plans
Healthcare clock’s ticking away, ticking away for the country
It’s hard to believe I won electorally

Now I’m a reality TV genius
I can solve America’s problems
Just by saying you’re fired – yeah!
I got millions of fans and the fun never ends-
That’s cause I’m never apologizin’!
Ain’t it great I’m the president
Just wish the Dems were null and void

I’ve got too much time on my hands
and I’m tweetin’ it away, tweetin’ away for you and me
(Too much time on my hands)
I’m tweet tweet tweet tweet tweetin’ away
(Too much time on my hands)
And I don’t know what to do with myself.

Copyright © 2017 From My Isle Seat

Life & Island Times: To Serve Man

I have been reading several millennial-written alt-newspaper articles that literally gush over the benefits of the impending tsunamis of driver less short term rental and taxi vehicles that will crash over us during the next ten years.

They cite things like less pollution, global chilling, a 5% increase ($1 trillion) in freed up annual disposable income in America, safety, bla bla, bla bla bla. They foresee a world without limits where smart software is fully deployed in the service of mankind.

Amid these hosannas is a lack of any counterpoint discussion like hacking dangers and resultant safety of app-driven vehicles; the impact on service of the eventual capitalist race to the bottom on costs and profit maximization; the impact on pricing, availability and quality in view of the eventual likelihood of only one or two dominant players in this field – an example would be the cleanliness of vehicles (I recognize that millennials do not remember how unsavory public big city bus/taxi/subway/light rail transportation was back in the 70s and 80s); and the inability to empty large urban areas in this postulated future world where 90% of the cars are driverless and company not individually owned under the impending threat of a weather catastrophe like a hurricane.

Nonetheless, let us suppose all these issues can be dealt with an acceptable level of risk management. Note to my millennial readers: this means there will be collateral damage. Just an acceptable amount likely to be decided by our artificial intelligence (AI) software overlords. As we used to say in the software business: build a little, test a little, field a little, crash a little, patch a little, repeat. Zero defect software is not an option here given what it does to the cost curve of these businesses.
The record of the empowering technology here – AI – is somewhat checkered. Let’s see . . . stock market AI algorithm driven trading has lead to the flash crash, the 2008 derivative market collapse and the world’s near miss with the Great Depression 2.0; AI-made recommendations as to which guilty felons are incarcerated (stats here aren’t so hot); AI-made loan decisions are widespread, so I would ask how millennials are faring on the mortgage loan front. Not good here either, eh?
As artificial intelligence grows in complexity and prevalence, it also grows more powerfully self-directed and at the same time more sensitive. What happens when AI empowered cars are forced to determine which passenger gets the best chance to survive an unavoidable crash? Heaven forfend that such a self aware AI entity might chose itself; but, a self-driving car might feel guilt and remorse over its decision, hence, grief counseling will be required. Ah, The Nine Step-Patches of Grief and Tear Soup and Battery Change Healing Recipes for Loss will flood the Amazon eBook download stores. I wonder if 2001 Space Odyssey`s HAL would have benefited from such help.

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Dave and HAL from 2001 Space Odyssey

Such a need, scratch that, actually the right to mechanical repair, cosmetic upgrade and psychiatric services for AI-enabled Uber and Lyft cars is likely next up in this utopian best of all possible worlds future. How’s everyone feel about ACA for AI? Single payer, no problemo. Apple Pay, Google Wallet, Venmo and the internet 1.0 payment services PayPal and Braintree will auto-deduct (pun intended) monthly health care premium payments for our self-driving servants. There will be no opting out due to your or the Uber/Lyft fleet’s ages.

A side benefit to all this is that none of us human meatbags will be working for the man just for his/our machines.

Anyone up for watching the Twilght Zone episode To Serve Man tonight?

Psst . . . the friendly appearing aliens in this Twilight Zone episode, much like our future AI servants might in the future, had a book entitled To Serve Man. It was a cook book containing recipes using man as food.

Copyright © 2017 From My Isle Seat

Life & Island Times: Hunt Them All Down

Yet another trio of senseless gang related murders occurred just after Savannah’s July 4th celebrations were winding down a bit after midnight on the 5th. Among the dead were two of the three gang member killers and a well liked local service industry worker who was an innocent bystander. The targets of this gangland slaying all survived their injuries.

This failed drive-by murder of rivals occurred in the heart of Savannah’s downtown City Market tourist district of bars, restaurants and clubs. The incident occurred despite the monitoring of this eight block area by over 25 government surveillance cameras and positioning of over a dozen uniformed and plain clothes cops in the area. The gangs just don’t give a damn.

(A still from a city surveillance camera video taken at the moment that the white SUV’s occupants began to fire their weapons).

The community’s reaction was instant and swift. Hundreds marched on City Hall and its Commissioners less than 48 hours later, while the Commission was in session. The marchers were respectful in their mourning and demands for change. The Mayor, City Commissioners and Police Chief were sensitive and said all the right things with truly heartfelt sentiment. The Mayor frankly said “Make no mistake. We are war with gangs in our community. We are at war with those who want to disrupt any law abiding citizen and wreak havoc upon our beloved city.”

Sadly, the Mayor went on to say that policies can’t be changed in the heat of the moment and “we must stay with our strategic plan” to curb gang related violence.

So far, the plan ain’t working and the law abiders are losing the war. 2017’s murder toll in this small community of 220,000 now stands at 25 after 2015’s toll of 53 and 2016’s of 52. The previous five years’ average murder toll was below 30.

In an offhanded parenthetical, the local paper reported that less than 15 minutes after the above incident, “officers heard shots fired in the area of Jefferson Street and Broughton Street (about three blocks away from the initial shooting). They responded to the scene and located a 17-year-old suffering from non-life-threatening (gun shot wound) injuries.”

In response, Savannahians are not just fearful, they are pissed. During the past three days, angry letters to the paper demanded implementation of stop and frisk, another 25% increase to an already burgeoning police force, more cameras and National Guard patrols on downtown city streets and in our neighborhoods.

Most telling was a hand written note on the editorial page of the July 7th edition of the local morning daily. W found this paper on one of the tables of our favorite coffee bar, The Sentient Bean.

As some of you know, this coffee shop is a treasured hang out for the locals who live in the Victorian District around Forsyth Park. Most of its multi-racial and ethnic customers tend to be on the younger and more progressive side of the political and cultural spectrum.

As you can see below, the note is a chillingly direct declaration of real war sentiment from a normally pacific portion of the local populace. This ongoing carnage is now real to them.


I wonder when if ever we will cease resisting the inconsequential and get down to it as Neil Young wrote many decades ago:

Kid gangsters, drug sales flowing
We’ve always been on our own
This summer people finally hear the drumming
Another dead in the Market

Gotta get down to it
Gangsters are cutting us down
Should have been done long ago
What if you knew him
And found him dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?

Gotta get down to it
Gangsters are cutting us down
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew him
And found him dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?

Kid gangsters, drug sales flowing
We’ve always been on our own
This summer people finally hear the drumming
Another dead in the Market

Copyright © 2017 From My Isle Seat

Editor’s Note: I felt like I was going to be one of them recently. Thankfully on the mend. Life is good. Live it while you have it.

– Vic

Author’s note: Thanks to my readers who submitted many of these additions.



Taxpayer: “I’m spending this year dead for tax purposes.”

Voltaire: “To the living we owe respect, but we owe the truth to the dead.”

Monty Python: “Bring out your dead . . . I’m not dead yet . . . . . . yes, you are.”

Diner: “I want my food dead, not sick, not wounded, not dying — dead.”

Light bulb: “I am on until I am dead.”

Me: “I lived in DC at the bottom of a cul de sac off of a pipe stem dead end. Go figure.”

Philosopher: “Why is the past the only dead thing that smells sweet?”

Speed freak: “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”

Me (again): “Never speak ill of the dead or the trial the judge who is hearing your case.”

Snickering Campbell Soup can: “Avant garde art is dead.”

Pedestrian: “There are two kinds of jaywalkers, the quick and the dead.”

Citizens: “All politicians are great patriots, humanitarians and friends of the people, provided that they really and truly dead.”
Me (one last time — I promise): “Why isn’t Elvis alive and all his impersonators dead?”

Copyright © 2017 From My Isle Seat


Life & Island Times: Nothing’s Crazier Than DC

Editor’s Note: I have had a couple health adventures over the last week but think we have identified the problem and are moving out swiftly to remedy it. I met with a Russian Attorney, so what could possibly go wrong? Hope to resume my usual drivel here shortly- and certainly in time for tomorrow’s Post Card from The Swamp!

– Vic

Nothing’s Crazier Than DC


Author’s note: I had written and submitted a rather off color piece on our Imperial City’s carny sideshow, but the sage heads at Socotra House shelved it. Thank you, wise sirs and madams. Here is a kinder, gentler ditty on that city. Perhaps we should view the town more as a kind of Baked Joint.

The craziest show we know
Is our capitol town
They’re living life in and out
Of their own twilight zone

They bust each other’s britches
While they promise to bless our souls
They’re freaking leaks of nature
Just babbling totem poles
Look and see, I think you’ll agree
Nothing’s crazier than DC

More somethings for nothing
Aren’t for them just dreams
They’re hell bent on selling
Us on all kinds of schemes

They bust each other’s britches
While they promise to bless our souls
They’re freaking leaks of nature
Just babbling totem poles
Look and see, I think you’ll agree
Nothing’s crazier than DC

Riding up and down Pennsylvania Avenue
On the backs of elephants, donkeys, and emus
They seem to be talking trash
What we smell is oddly like swamp gas

They bust each other’s britches
While they promise to bless our souls
They’re freaking leaks of nature
Just babbling totem poles
Look and see, I think you’ll agree
Nothing’s crazier than DC

More somethings for nothing
Aren’t for them just dreams
They’re hell bent on selling
Us on all kinds of schemes

They bust each other’s britches
While they promise to bless our souls
They’re freaking leaks of nature
Just babbling totem poles
Look and see, I think you’ll agree
Nothing’s crazier than DC

These talking enchanted rabbits
Tell us that our lives will soon be keen
Hoping we’ll forget that nothing is ever
Just as it seems

The craziest show we know
Is our capitol town
They’re living life in and out
Of their own twilight zone

Copyright © 2017 From My Isle Seat

Life & Island Times: All My Friends Are Dead Or Dying

Editor’s Note: I love the way Marlow thinks.

– Vic


I saw and quickly read the short satirical children’s book for adults at a Beaufort SC book store this week. All My Friends Are Dead was a dark humor version of the short, sweet children’s books that were popular 20 years ago. Thus amused, the following resulted.

“Shaun of the Living Dead” zombies from the hilarious movie by the same name

An aging me: “All my friends are dead or dying. That’s why I wear black a lot. It saves time, which is in short supply these days.”

The departed ones, who look down on those of us who are still living, thinking: “Jerks.”

Mastodon: “All my friends are long dead.”

The bulging yogurt cup in my fridge: “All my friends expired last month.”

The worm in my garden: “All my friends are eating all your friends who are dead.”

Jihadist leader to suicide vest bomber: “Remember to say Allahu Akbar before you press the button.”

Sasquatch: “All my friends are make believe.”

Republicans in Congress to The Donald: “I wish Twitter was dead.”

Chicken: “All my friends were loved at Popeyes.”

Sheep: “All my friends are followers.”

Democratic Party emblem: “All my friends are asses. But so are the Republicans.”

Ransomware pop up: “All your files are dead.”

My 78 RPM records: “All my friends are silent if not dead.”

Creepy clown: “I fill you with dread.”

Deadheads: “Our leader is dead.”

Dead Kennedies: “Our gig is dead.”

Tootsie Pop: “All my friends are suckers.”

Snare drum: “All my friends are beat.”

Windows 2.0: “All my screens are frozen dead.”

Grim Reaper: “All your dead are belong to me.”

Subway Sandwich shop: “All my friends are bread.”

Bernie Madoff: “All my friends are dead broke.”

Lemmings: All my friends went over the cliff.”

The Redeemer: “I am the risen dead.”

Francisco Franco: “I am still not dead.”

Global Warming to us: “You’ll all be dead, give or take 3000 years.”

Librarian: “All my friends are dying — in alphabetical order.”

Caesar: “Latin is dead.”

Taxes to Death: “We are life’s only dead certainties.”

Wise man: “Without experience and smarts, you will be soon be dead.”

Black holes: “Cross me and you will be dead.”

Wilbur the pig: “Charlotte’s web kept me from the dead.”

Fukuyama” “History is dead.”

Smart phone apps: “The Web is dead. Long live the internet.”

Zombie: “All my friends are the living dead.”

Copyright © 2017 From My Isle Seat

Life & Island Times: I Went to a Party

Author’s note: Since returning yesterday from my third and youngest grandchild’s high school graduation in northern Indiana, I have been thinking and researching a piece on the capitol beltway’s little emperor class and the self serving drama piece they are performing for us. Fortunately, a blast for the past and Noel Coward came to my rescue with this collaborative piece as a result.


For a very special reason
I went north for this year’s graduation season
Their joy floated by as high as a kite
Which was most certainly their right.
Everyone there was excited over a future so gay
Nobody cared what DC people had to say
Though the Imperial City’s Beltway
Seemed really quite sadder
Than Rome before it fell from its height
This past Saturday graduation night

It was a most excellent and marvelous party
While DC played its smoke filled room game of leak and tell
A graduation party was in the fresh air
And guests came and went as they were
And they stayed as they were
Which is to say for them it was fun as hell

People’s behavior
In the Nation’s Capitol
Makes some of us aghast
As much of a slimy variety
In a formerly rules following society
Now by us on TV oozes past
If you have any mind at all
Gibbon’s divine Decline and Fall
Seems pretty flimsy
No more than a whimsy
By way of contrast
With events of this June week just past

It was a most excellent and marvelous graduation party
All who were there would say the joy was intense
Some of them knew what they had to do
What the people they knew
Would be doing a hundred years hence.
So on the front porch they talked about growing old gracefully
And Angele who’s ninety-four
Said, A, it’s a question of being sincere
And B, if you’re supple you’ve nothing to fear
Had she been able, she’d have swung from the chandelier

Copyright 2017 My Isle Seat/Noel Coward

Life & Island Times: Seen Around Savannah

Editor’s Note: This morning, Marlow touches on some of the things that make this great, chaotic, wonderful nation unique. Enjoy your 4th! The Parade in Culpeper starts at 4:00 PM! Fireworks to follow at the park!

– Vic

I am no scientist, just an interested observer. I am exploring our new neighborhood in Savannah much like an infant, who has just learned to hold his hed up. My gazing about is frank and forthright but hopefully not bewildered.

Much like a newborn, I do not possess much of a clue or depth as to who these folks are, where this is, what is going on and so forth. But I aim to learn bit by bit.

In a couple of years, I hope not to have relearned how to fake it. You now what I mean . . . possessed of the arrogant air of a squatter who has come to feel he owns the place.

Many of us are beset for the most part by an uncommanded, perhaps taught, pride which diverts us from our native intent, which is to explore our surroundings and landscape, to discover at least where it is that we have been set down as well as why.

I guess this is somehow connected to our human desire to “own” things, especially creative works. Like many of my vintage, I talk about personal connections to favorite bands, authors, performers and athletes. There are some whom I encountered very early in their careers that I came to feel that I “discovered” them. I think it’s an impulse we’ve all felt.

Why? Why do we cease exploring things and come to owning things? How does our dynamic sense of wonder and curiosity turn into a more static and final sense of judgment and possession?

In the hope of remaining curious, I offer you a trio of oddities that W and I have found during our journey in and around the Hostess City.

Great Dane


The 10 foot by 15 foot mascot for Great Dane semi trailers stands guard just west of the downtown historic district of Savannah. The company dresses up its dog for various holidays. Woof. Woof.


Giant Cow Mailbox


Located in the rural outskirts of Savannah this mailbox was made for a giant — 30 feet tall, 16 feet long and 8 feet wide and painted like a cow. The mailbox owner also owns and operates Keller’s Flea Market whose mascot, Kelly, is a much beloved 15 foot high 22 foot long 1500 pound fiberglass cow.


Please note Kelly’s accessories – a gold leg watch, tail diamond ring, an “I (heart) Fleas” cowbell, a lady’s straw hat, dangling earrings, and bulging eyes. She also is dressed up for various holidays.
Runway 10 Graves at the Hilton Head-Savannah Airport


Whether arriving or departing Savannah Airport’s Runway 10, an eagle eye on the tarmac will treat you with the sight of a pair of concrete rectangles that mark the final burial place of Richard and Catherine Dotson whose bodies refused to move as the airport extended Runway 10 in the early 1980s.

Like many airports across the country, the Savannah airfield was built on former farmland, taking advantage of all the wide open space for lengthy runways and sprawling terminal hubs. A necessary component of using this type of land has always been dealing with the small family cemetery plots that most of them have. Generally this is not a problem with the airport usually footing the bill to move the graves into a modern cemetery with the family’s consent. In the case of the graves in the way of the Runway 10 extension, the deceased couple’s children did not consent.

Since it is illegal in America to transfer buried remains without the consent of the next of kin, the airport did the only thing they could and simply paved over them. However, far from a heartless steamrolling, two headstones were placed over the graves, laid flat with the runway.

One’s gotta love a place where folks play seasonal holiday dress up with mammoth dolls and land 70 ton jet aircraft atop grandma and grandpa.
Happy Fourth of July!

Copyright © 2017 From My Isle Seat

Life & Island Times: History 3.0

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With the advent of Amazon and Google enabling fast searches of digitized books and periodicals and early Version 1.0 social media tracking of every errant thought, photo and text back in the early 21st century (I date this back to before Facebook – somewhere in 2002 and 2003), we entered History 2.0. This was long before Big Data and other government touted next big deals.

This was profoundly important. These abilities were at the fingertips of the common man who could enter a public library and sit in front of a desk top computer. They were harbingers of a new kind of history, where the world’s information was not only more plentiful and diverse, but astonishingly accessible. There were obstacles: lack of facility with Boolean expressions, copyright entanglements, privacy concerns and a way to pay for it.

But by late 2003, a lot of people realized that History 2.0 was well underway. So far civilization has lived long enough to explore its implications both bad (like terrorist bomb recipes and secret plotting in front of and hidden from government spy eyes) and good (smart phone app pizza ordering and Uber).

History 1.0 dated back to the caveman era when humans recorded their local experiences on cave walls, in cuneiform on papyrus, etc. The ability to record events was a transforming development for our species. The Web — the vast collective documentary created by all human beings not just our local tribesmen stories– made everything accessible to all individuals in one fell swoop.

With the advent of web and media enabled hucksters, liars and propagandists, the issue of trust made History 2.0 problematic. Some refer to these latest corruptions as fake news, alt facts, nation state hacking perception management, etc.

The more pressing issue to some was the rise of self constructed ecosystems (echo chambers is what t I call them) of friend/unfriend groups. These echo chambers piled up prodigious piles of data and event histories o n a daily basis according to what its members believe, eliminating all counter factual recollections from their cave walls and papyrus scrolls.

So, what we likely will end up with as History 3.0 is a turbo charged version of what has happened in world of retail during the past 20 years. Retail moved from retailer centric bricks and mortar model (Retail 1.0), via a customer self service centric model of bricks and clicks (Retail 2.0), to a few dominant digital retailers like Amazon and Google telling us what they anticipate we want before we know we need it, shipping included (Retail 3.0).

History 3.0 will then likely include near continuous insta-polling of our self selected cave wall writers’ and readers’ opinions. Demonstrations and digital shaming storms of the other side will be instantly launched by our political service bots. Favorable self back patting coverage will be live cast over the web thus making History 2.0 platforms like Netflix, broadcast and cable TV news, and YouTube oh so 2005 obsolete.

Some messy parts will still be required. Yes, dear readers, legacy History 1.0 analogue police and military forces will still protect us from domestic and foreign unpleasantness.

These will hopefully wither away when the 10 year battle for market dominance in the protection Bot business among Google, Amazon, and Tesla is settled when Apple-Alibaba team reveals their joint iWar enhanced reality WMD force is available for sale.

By the way I wonder what Blue Apron is delivering for dinner tonight?

Copyright 2017 My Isle Seat