Life is supposed to be a constant, unyielding search for meaning, and I use the internet to satisfy that urge. But it doesn't make sense, because all the internet is trying to do to me is see how many pictures of cats it can show me before I bleed from my eyes and mouth.
Think for a minute about all of the space on the internet. Now imagine everybody uploading all five-hundred gigs of their private MP3 collection. Copies and copies and copies of the same file over and over again all over, slowing servers, taking up bandwidth every time the person listens.
I think it would crash the internet. Or maybe not. Maybe that’s wishful thinking.
Now think about all the CDs sold. Millions? Each ripped CD another copy of files that already exist. What if there was a central location with a central file that everyone had access to all the time?
Who needs CDs? Who needs MP3s even?
Music Beta pretends to upload your songs. But what it’s really doing is allowing you access to a duplicate file that already exists. If it finds an audio file it hasn’t seen before, it archives it.
One copy of every file, and only one, perfectly accessed by everyone with the license. How perfect? How efficient. Trading billions of gigabytes of one song for three megabytes. No more iPods, no more CDs, no more anything.
Infinite speed and space, and all that’s left is making it happen inside your cells.