Books and Robots | profile

In an interview with Pedro Yagüe, sociologist and writer Hernán Vanoli says that classics should be read in adolescence as an antidote to cognitive damage rather than regulating the Internet. I like it because I celebrate any gesture or idea that promotes the glorious return of books to classrooms and everyday life. “It’s almost time for a flood of generative content, a kind of informational Armageddon that will end the Internet forever and force anyone who searches for it to dig through moth-eaten books, even if it is a precarious truth. In five years, anyone who wants to learn about, say, the customs of cross-dressing in Imperial China will have to search for forgotten literature in a warehouse,” I read in a text by digital marketing specialist Aaron Marco Arias and in Neben I’m excited about celebrating too.

A similar emotion arises when Mario Pergolini assures that in two years assistant robots (just like the one that already lives with his mother) will walk the streets. They will circulate like the long-haired stranger through Rivadavia or Triunvirato, among homeless people, poodles, stocking sellers, trucks as big as boats and Rappis. What a picture! But I realize that what’s exciting isn’t so much the books or the robots, but the anticipation. Five years for one, two for the other; The promise of seeing something that makes us say what a time to be alive is very exciting. It doesn’t matter how many fiascos and delusions have arisen in this way, like the great flood that was supposed to completely destroy CABA – I don’t know how long ago – or the collapse of the Internet in 2000 or the end of wars that never end. Some of the interest that the 2030 Agenda has generated must have something to do with this. It seems that the important thing is not whether it is already being completed, has already been completed, or will never be completed, but rather about coming into this year alive and seeing what happens.

Every bombastic forecast we believe in, even if pessimistic or unlikely, gives us the opportunity to radiate the adrenaline of bettors. However, one must admit that this predictive madness may not be the result of a need to confirm whether we have won or lost, but rather an instinctive rejection of the present.