As that the often-retreaded story of the Year 2000 Bug
reached a point of total saturation - so that by year's end eventually every single person
on the planet had been briefed on the phenomenon - 1999 will certainly be the year
that we all hear the
story again, and again. Scientists have calculated that there are precisely umpteen
possible variations the phrase "internal clocks will be reset from '99' to '00'," and by the end
of the year you will have heard them all.
The simpleton staff was already hip to the implications of thousand-year
changeovers the
first time we rang in a new
millenium, and we've been prepped for the millenium
since our first day of publication. Like the Y2K bug itself, our solution was simple.
As a then-daily publication, simpleton wouldn't go in for any lazy "98/12/25"-style
file-naming. From the git-go, simpleton's files have been named in glorious,
four-digit years. Just savor the pleasant, rounded completeness of a simpleton daily
file:
http://www.simpleton.com/19980116.html
It may not seem like much, but consider that even the finest online publications still
make do with a half-baked "98" or "99" naming convention. Are these folks so pessimistic
about the possibility that they'll still be publishing in a hundred years? Or are they too
optimistic about the prospects for improved naming conventions in the future? What
are they going to do when the Big Bug sets everybody except simpleton back to
the gas-lamp-and-typhoid days of 1900?
More important, what am I going to do? As the last man standing, I presume that I'll have
some special privileges, along with a total monopoly on mass communications. At that
painful time for humanity, I may even be uniquely suited to be the sort of iron-willed
strongman civilization will undoubtedly need to restore order. All I have to do is sit
back and wait for the devestation to put me firmly on top!
But once I've reached my
position of power, what sort of potentate will I be? An engorged plutocrat? A mad king
with a pharaonic lust for glory? A foppish lordling waited on by midget footmen? A savage
warlord terrorizing my enemies and extracting tribute from my people? Or, this being
a new era, will I become some new amalgam of them all?