I’d like to look longingly sideways to an alternate existence in which some intelligence—artificial, or otherwise—parses information before it is directed toward our eyes, and throws away all of the garbage. It scans our data feeds and then hides snarky, pointless whining from us, favoring considered thoughtfulness instead. It values informed opinion over idiotic knee-jerk logorrhea. It privileges hard-won expertise over bullshit armchair prophecy.
On this alternate plane, there is no Internet.