A Question

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin' through Kashmir. Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear -Led Zeppelin: Ancient Texts and Media, Classification - Music and Poetry It was amazing how much data the button pushers actually created in the relatively short time they were around.  Even with only 8 billion people on earth, these ancient humans were able to amass a lot of disparate data in the form of various media including text and video by the laborious and tedious act of pressing buttons Mike always was amazed at the statistics around ancient Internet and he was a very avid reader of the historic texts.  They didn't even have Connectors or exabyte, let alone, zettab...

Start , said the voice. He was enveloped in darkness.  He was nothing.  He then heard the voice say rock .  Immediately a craggy grey-brown rock appeared before him.  The voice then said "water" and a sphere of transparent, pulsating water splashed and played in the space before him next to the rock.  Then the rock grew to cover all he could see until the horizon.  He was as a mite floating above it's surface.  The water sphere, which was now slightly larger than him, began to pour itself out onto the uneven surface of the rock below.  The water flowed endlessly from the sphere and quickly the water began to eat into the surface of the rock.  He floated down to observe the effect. River , said the voice. The water began to flow even harder and faster and the sphere grew larger to hasten the effect the river had on the rock.  The water spread and broke chunks of rock into the river, that now flowed rapidly, further down the face of the ...