I returned home Wednesday night to discover that the minions, far from guarding the bunker, had been enjoying a nonstop Bacchanalia and that the bunker had been without Internet connectivity for a couple of days. I should have known something was up when I received a notice that my Apple hub had gone offline and I couldn’t see that status of any of my Smart home devices.
I got home exhausted to find that everything was off line, even the TV. The WiFi router showed that it didn’t have access to the Internet although the local WiFi was fine. I called our provider and they couldn’t see the modem either. After the usual power off for 30 seconds dance a couple of times they decided they needed to send out a tech.
The next day the tech came out and said he’d check the cable. He did his thing for about half an hour and the Internet came back. He never came in the house bunker and left without telling me what the problem had been.
Fortunately, he was done by about noon and I was able to push Thursday’s post just as if nothing had happened. The whole thing made we realize how dependent some of us are on the Internet. All of us at the bunker felt completely at sea without the Internet. That’s true even though we still had access via broadband on our iPhones and iPads. I realized that we had, in fact, become cyborgs. We become disoriented when we get disconnected. It’s a trope so familiar it’s almost a cliche, yet it seems to be the truth. Greetings my fellow mechanized humans!