Days, as they came

Should I Improve Society Today — or Myself? Or should I Take It Easy?

[Fiction]

Back in the day, I used to read the news in the morning. Now I look at the Earth-monitor.

It is society’s shared record of itself: what is working, what is failing, what is needed, and what nobody yet understands. Anyone can read it, question it, or add to it. It informs without commanding. My page is different from everyone else’s. It knows where I live, what I understand, and what tends to catch my curiosity.

Today, it shows that a nearby water system needs inspecting. I once helped repair the same kind of pump.

A local beginner is looking for someone to explain a tool I know well. The town has produced too many courgettes again. A researcher nearby wants somebody who is good at noticing patterns, but not yet familiar with the subject.

Three streets away, a cat has begun sleeping inside an unused public weather station. Its presence is affecting the temperature readings. There is also a bridge slowly worsening, a language with only eleven speakers left, and an unexplained rise in people waking at 4:17 in the morning.

Some of these things matter greatly. Some barely matter. Some may matter only because I find them amusing.

I also know that I am tired.

The Earth-monitor does not say, Go. It only makes the world difficult to dismiss.

It preserves individual freedom while admitting that information changes us. The monitor does not command, reward, punish, or shame. It simply makes ignorance less available.

So does the society.