When I was growing up, at the end of Franco’s dictatorship, small blackouts were frequent. The only outcome used to be that you were left without TV (black and white) or that, at nightfall, you had to light candles (some were ready). Landlines kept working. We relied much less on electricity. The internet didn’t even exist (except as a military project) and it would be decades before the word “cyberattack” was coined. More than half a century later, blackouts are unusual. But when they happen, as with this “Great Blackout,” they create a helplessness that was previously unheard of.
One would have imagined that this was not the road to progress.
The more sophisticated a technology, the more fragile it tends to be. My grandfather drove a truck and knew how to repair most breakdowns. When our tools were simple, you knew how to mend them yourself. Today, tools are amazing, but only specialists know how to fix them.
Technological progress makes life easier, but it also makes us more vulnerable. Today we have more information and more power than ever before, but we seem to be more lost. Everything points to a technological progress that is more and more incredible, in the strict sense that it is becoming less and less credible.
“Everything happens as if the technical system grew by an internal, intrinsic force, and without any decisive human intervention.”
“[W]e are in the grip of something bigger than us that tells us that it has our interests at heart in order to better control us.”
I type “Analog Age” in Google and I get this:
“The ‘Analog Age’ refers to a period characterized by physical representations of information and mechanical processes, contrasting with the digital age which uses electronic data and computers. This era was defined by technologies like vinyl records, printed books ...”
The talk about the “Analog Age” can only be done from an irrational faith in the total and lasting triumph of the “Digital Age.” From the belief that everything—including currencies, IDs, therapies—must be digitized. But during the Great Blackout, in most cases you couldn’t do your shopping or get a taxi ride if you didn’t pay in cash.
The so-called “digital transformation” entails an erosion of what have been the rules of the game of human existence since the beginning of time: it displaces the properly human ways of acting and being in the world, and replaces them with their robotic or technocratic counterparts. It covertly imposes a technocratic totalitarianism in which people are more controllable, more manipulable, more vulnerable, and less autonomous.
“Despite today’s high standards of reliability, low-probability but high-impact blackout events can still happen. These networks are not designed to be completely blackout-free because achieving such a level of reliability would require investment far beyond what is economically feasible.”
Isn’t there something quite peculiar about a world that relies more and more on electricity and yet cannot guarantee its supply? This does not look like a road to progress.
Incidentally, it is not impossible for human life to flourish without electricity. Plato and Aristotle, Bach and Mozart, Leonardo and Goethe, never in their lives saw a phone, a screen or a socket.
Nowadays, though, every new technology is uncritically embraced simply because it’s new. And if it has adverse effects, we dogmatically believe that they will be solved by technological progress itself.
“Modern man believes that every increase in power is simply ‘Progress,’ advance in security, usefulness, welfare, life force […].”
And concluded that
“The bourgeois superstition of believing in the intrinsic reliability of Progress has been shattered.”
The modern world dreamed that it was sailing on the ocean of History, aboard the ship Progress, toward a shore of Prosperity and Liberty. There were storms, we lost our way, but in the long run, Progress would deliver. Now we are not so sure. We find ourselves in turbulent waters, as if we were in rapids. The dream seems to be turning into a nightmare. We are left with one main option: to wake up into a wider consciousness, to come to our senses, to rediscover the here and now, and to realize that the ocean, ship, and shore are such stuff as dreams are made on.