the Digital Library’s going to burn down too, zap, in a solar flare or extra-clever hack, pffsszzt without a sound, the Re-enactment, the Library at Alexandria re-burning, wiping away the collection of rice-sized markings that indicated gathered human “knowledge”

gone, who knows what was lost

tssk tssk don’t worry, all that information is spread out over countless servers, servers that have learned how to build themselves out of materials they order from Amazon Prime, hundreds of googlethousands of servers tucked under rocks and stacked, one on top of the other, covering entire villages in China,  Big 10 servers under football fields and inside the mountains of Utah, and ones that exist on satellites and only in theory, so many servers holding up The Internet which pulses living, configured to the singular warbling electromagnetic cosmic arrangement that hasn’t changed pattern in all of 80 years since we’ve been able to tell.  pffsszzzt