In the last years of his life, Thomas Edison dreamed of a machine that could recapture the voices of history’s past headliners. He worked from the assumption that because energy never ceases, the energy of all those voices were still in the cosmos able somehow to be tapped. Think of it — the actual spoken words of Moses…Alexander…Jesus…Caesar…Michelangelo…Mozart…Napoleon…Lincoln.
Edison died too soon, but behold his uninvented invention is now with us. In fact it is so much with us, we can hardly escape it. The sounds of everything we have ever spoken, shouted, whispered or cooed. It’s called “The Cloud” and it is that mind-bending-assembly of soundbite from forever!!
Running for office…? Proposing to a loved one…? Giving advice to your children…? Speaking at the UN…? My friends, chances are everything and anything you have ever uttered in Cyberspace is still out there! Hovering somewhere in digital arrogance ready to haunt you for the rest of your natural life.
Mr Edison — lucky for you, you died too soon!
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