Today, when I take out another pie with memories from the shelf, the Internet has become something self-evident, like water in a tap. A generation of constantly switched on Wi-Fi was born and grew up, which did not see the pictures loaded from bottom to top, did not write ATL0 to the modem terminal, and when the "naked grandfather" was mentioned, it experienced completely different emotions.
And how wonderful it is! In a couple of decades, progress has swept the planet, evolving from telephone noodles and coaxial webs to powerful fiber-optic rhizomes; from barely sucked bytes from the air to gigabit channels to every apartment. Even any guest worker who does not find it unusual to regularly communicate via video link with his relatives in a mountain village has his own always-on Internet terminal in his pocket. Could we have imagined this twenty, thirty years ago? But we are still moving on: after some time, the satellite network will cover the entire planet, and communication terminals can be installed right in the brain. I don’t presume to judge how this will change the life of all mankind, but I’m already preparing to drill a hole in my skull.
But I turn my eyes to the past and fish out a considerable text for you on Friday coffee, seasoned with Internet crackers, sauce from cybercriminal stories and whistled into the phone at 14400.
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I can't say that I was among the pioneers of the Internet: for this achievement I hatched at the wrong time and in the wrong place. Although I dreamed of computers literally from an early age, I learned about global networks, perhaps, already in my youth. But that knowledge was entirely theoretical: I imagined that the Internet is cool, that you can correspond there, surf websites and watch porn. But how to get it all for yourself - the idea was gone; and where to find out about it in our backwoods - too.
Only in the year 2000 I saw the Internet with my own eyes.
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Interestingly, there is someone here who was sitting in those days on "Vinfa", "Dgrad", "Simix"? Or maybe you have your own online stories to share? Maybe they were dragging pwl from an unclosed network ball in a LAN? Did you scan the provider's subnet and then talk to the admin? Sitting sleepless nights, chatting with dozens of the same abnormal?
Share your memories because it was great.