We seem to be born to be something. Long before we know what is on the next block, we are working on uniteing fields of study that have never been related.
I was nine when I described a computer, in those days built with tubes, filling rooms, made from the latest, transistors, and how as solid state it would be small, fast, and not prone to blowing a tube every ten minutes. I was punished and told to shut up.
What I remember most about my childhood was being told to shut up. Then I was punished for not speaking, being withdrawn, eye contact would lead to being attacked, parenting was based on making me be like everyone else, all of them, all of the time, being me was forbidden. What would the neighbors say?
That was 1955, in 1963 I got my first job running an IBM, it was mechanical with punch cards, I explained that was all wrong, and got fired. People who are hired to work with computers are for labor, not to think about what they are doing, I was paid to fix it, chad clogs, not read the manual.
The operating manual that came with the machine was there so when they had to call an IBM repairman he would have the magic book. The social model was picking chads is just like picking cotton. The book said clean out chads before they clog the machine.
I did freelance repair, but kept having a problem getting paid, I could fix the machines, but I was only twenty, so what could I know? Because of my age they wanted to pay minium wage.
I switched to VWs, and made $1000 a day.
I had been a well dressed, well read, clean cut, young man, did my best, got nothing but a hard time.
I became filthy, grease covered, kept a large wrench near, and treated all people like dogs. It works.
Twenty years later I was back in tweeds, doing computer repair, and was told I had to do it for 1/4 the going rate, because I did not have a degree in it. They used FORTRAN, but just had a mechanical problem they could not figure out, mechanical=low status labor, low pay. Maniacal laffter filled the building as I walked out. They paid to have IBM fly in a crew. No one wants to pay to keep things running, and they want to cheat the person who comes when it is broken.
I did OK when Windows came out, I make house calls. A little geek speak, and they pay to avoid thinking.
None of them read the book that came with the machine.
I now publish books, fine art prints, never meet my customers, am a hermit, and hate humans.
Just two more parts and I will have the Tesla Death Ray working. The world will be a better place.
Help your children with their interests, it is their life yet to unfold, they are blooming flowers, and you do not know the future they were born for. Before Universities, before this short recent time, a few people with early and intense interests built this world you live in. Read about them, they started as children, there was no one to teach them but themselves, and they defined the Laws of Science we live with.
They also had most of the traits now called Aspie. Some were burned at the stake, but some made it through. Tesla invented the logic gate, electronic computer, sixty cycle current, and the concept of an Internet, in 1903, Patented them all. He credited his early education to watching water flow around rocks in a creek, everything else was details.
As a child I was punished for building structures in a creek, adjusting the current flow, creating patterns of energy transferance. Whenever anything caught my attention, it was forbidden, and I was punished. The Death Ray is not in what it emits, but in the convergance of energy it triggers. The technology could power the world by scavenging random charges and recycling them, or it could stall out heart motors, for five minutes. Adult humans have a distinctive pattern, it would not affect children, butterflies or humming birds, it is species adult specific.
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