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320 pages, Hardcover
First published June 28, 2022
We Americans, we the dead, now have a new condition: the data complex. The data complex is both material, out there — in our libraries, archives, data centers, bombproof bunkers — and psychological, inside us — in our minds where we fear the progressions of time and decay, and place our faith in the bulwarks and technological magic of the cloud.
Over and over again, the data complex expanded in those moments when many Americans felt they were quite possibly living just prior to the end of the world, from the Depression and the hottest moments of the early Cold War, to this moment of human-induced climate change and ecological disaster. Americans now preserve more data — from paper documents to microfilm reels to digital files — than any other civilization in history. This book retraces our steps to show how we arrived here, from the first “permanent” time capsules, created during the Depression to preserve American culture for 5,000-plus years, to subterranean vaults in abandoned mines that now house artifacts of every information medium: etchings, rag paper magazines, magnetic tape, microfilm reels, wax cylinders, and digital hard drives.
The so-called cloud does not exist immaterially in the air above our heads but resides very materially in these remote, reinforced, transcendent underground spaces within a vast data preservation infrastructure that grew out of hauntings of destruction, and fears of radioactive and racial contamination. We have now repurposed this infrastructure in ways that reflect our current fears, hopes, and persistent impossible desires for permanent data invulnerable to the forces of (cyber) terrorism, natural disasters, and the indomitable force of decay that inheres in all media artifacts.
If life were an early Cold War B movie where extraterrestrial marauders are scanning Earth for life and treasure, which organism would appear to reign supreme on this lush planet ? Certainly not the humans. For the humans are working feverishly to pull minerals from the ground and refine them, to build data centers and lash them together with fiber-optic cables laid across oceans and deserts, to connect all these machines through invisible tethers of light attached to satellites ringing the globe, and to spend most of their waking hours every day staring at screens and feeding data to the cyborganism that is the data complex. Even when these strange little creatures are not clicking and scrolling, they are carrying devices that perpetually transmit data about their location, the number of steps they take, and their resting heart rate to be recorded in the several million silicon bellies of the supreme beast. Even while they sleep, the data complex grips humans’ wrists through smartwatches and counts their heartbeats.