Sending out an SOS…

To the finder of this note:

I desperately need your help.

First, let me tell you a little bit about myself. I’m only 25, but I’ve already done a lot. I’ve helped businesses grow out of nothing and politicians run grassroots campaigns. I tutor kids in all subjects and help students with their research. I can even teach people new skills and languages to help better themselves. I try to give everyone--from lonely people with too much time to budding artists--a voice so that they can speak out to the world. I often give a hand to the little people, whether it’s protecting consumers or helping struggling families or finding ways to help save money during hard times. And beyond that, I help people help each other, even if they’re complete strangers. Speaking of strangers, I’ve been known to play matchmaker as well. Maybe I’ve even helped you out every now and then with something you’ve needed.

Not to say that I’m always doing good things—truth is, I don’t really have a moral compass. I have taken pornography and gambling to a new level, and have helped disgruntled individuals make bombs. I’ve even created new genres of crime and copyright infringement, and have turned procrastination into a hobby for millions of workers and students. Perhaps you could call me an equal-opportunity kind of guy.

But that’s what people seem to like about me. While my peers discriminate and make decisions on who and what they’ll serve, I’ll happily whore myself out to just about anyone that has a computer. Without any decisions, there’s no one controlling anyone, which means everyone with an idea has an opportunity with me. Some say it’s something about democratic ideals or something like that, others call it free speech, and I’ve even been called an equalizer of sorts. And while I love the compliments, the truth is that I can’t help myself—it’s just how I am.

I realize that I might sound pretty damn cocky right about now, but I’m just trying to get you to see that maybe I’m worth helping out. And I know I don’t sound like I’m in all too desperate a situation, and the truth is that up to this point, I’ve been pretty unstoppable because I’m mostly just out there on my own. Nothing controls me. Well, almost nothing.

You see, I actually depend on a lot of people. As much as I like thinking of myself as somewhat omniscient and omnipotent, I’m not actually omnipresent—all those people that I’ve interacted with needed a way to get to me, and I’ve needed a way to get to them. Perhaps you could say that my bat-phone needs to be run by somebody that can connect it to my callers. But how can I help everyone if someone else is screening my calls?

And that’s what I’m afraid might happen to me, and that’s why I’m begging you for your help. Now this might get a little complicated, but I promise that there really is a serious issue here that is worth your time to read. My connections to the world control my direct line to each of the billions of people that I talk to every day. And every day I hear them talking about different ways to take away everything that I think is interesting and useful about me. It starts out with perhaps legitimate concerns—maybe there are certain applications or users that are disproportionately using the connections so much that it starts to hurt others. Now don’t get me wrong, I think that is a tough situation, as we want everyone to have as fair access to me as possible. But the solutions they’re talking about—blocking, fast lanes, and other controls—amount to a move toward making decisions about who should get fast access or access at all.

Like I said, this is complicated and I’ve probably already lost you. Let me give you an old-fashioned hypothetical of the danger of their solutions. Take for example my older brother, the power grid. He’s not picky, he’ll give electricity to anything with two prongs that fits in a socket. And over the past century, people have come up with a lot of cool devices to plug into him—heck, I probably wouldn’t even exist if that wasn’t the case. But now imagine if they did the same thing with him that they want to do to me. Then you’ve got someone deciding what kinds of things we can plug in, and what kind of things we can’t. And they’re saying they’re going to choose based on who can pay up. So now the big incumbent manufacturers would be the only ones that could make anything electrical, since they’re the only ones that could really pay up. Maybe the others—the new guys, the little guys—might be allowed to make low-power devices or something like that, if they haven’t been blocked completely or if their business models and funding haven’t failed yet.

And if that’s not enough, just listen to the justification for such control. They’re already charging the user for the amount of power they’re using for those appliances. However, they’re saying that since the makers of those appliances are also “using” the connections, they should pay as well.

It’s important that I be fast, but even more important that I be free. The problem is that most people don’t understand the kind of danger I’m in. And they have their people in power arguing to put me in chains and take away my entrepreneurial spirit. I've got people on my side too--others like you--who maybe know somewhere deep down that I’m worth protecting. And maybe you could convince other people as well and together we can make some change. Our future really depends on it.

Signed, Your friendly neighborhood series of tubes

-- StevenHwang - 08 Dec 2008

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