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W3: A World Without Technology: A Blessing or a Curse?



One morning, I woke up to an eerie silence. No phone signals, no working televisions, no running cars. The city felt like an abandoned relic, as if technology had never existed. Humanity was thrown back to the edge of primitive survival.


In the first few days, chaos erupted. Supermarkets were raided, banks collapsed, and law and order crumbled. Society as we knew it was falling apart, and people were forced to rely on the most basic survival instincts. With no food, no clean water, and none of the conveniences we once took for granted, the world was plunged into darkness.


Some people panicked, while others embraced the change. Those weary of modern life felt liberated, while others were terrified, struggling to survive without their tools and comforts. Within days, cities became ghost towns, and daily life was completely transformed.


Communication was reduced to face-to-face conversations, making information exchange slow and difficult. With no cars or electricity, transportation came to a standstill, forcing people to walk for hours in search of food and water. Once-bustling office buildings became empty shells, and shops stood abandoned, replaced by a barter economy.


Entertainment also underwent a drastic shift. With no televisions, video games, or social media, people returned to storytelling around campfires and crafting their own pastimes. Although life became harder, human connections grew stronger as people learned to rely on one another.


This global technological collapse deeply affected my family and me. The initial chaos left us anxious, as my parents worried about food and water, while my siblings and I struggled to adjust to life without electronic devices.


Without refrigerators, we learned to preserve food with salt; without gas, we gathered firewood for cooking. Nights stretched endlessly, and we sat together by candlelight, listening to my grandparents’ stories. Though life was tough, our family bond strengthened. In the past, we had always been glued to our screens, but now we depended on and supported each other.


Then came a difficult choice: should we adapt to this new world, or should we join those determined to restore technology and rebuild civilization?


Amid the ruins, a group of people began to gather. Scientists, engineers, doctors, teachers, even craftsmen and farmers chose a different path which is reviving technology and restart civilization.


Our mission was to recover lost knowledge and tools, rebuild electricity, communication, and healthcare systems. We called ourselves the "Restarters," believing that humanity’s progress should not end here.


Our first step was seeking knowledge. We scoured abandoned libraries and universities, collecting books, notes, and research. Without electronic devices, we relied on hand-copying and oral transmission to preserve information.


Next, we started rebuilding electricity. Initially, we used salvaged solar panels to power small devices, then attempted to construct wind and hydroelectric generators from scratch.


To reconnect with others, we worked to restore communication. Radio signals became our lifeline, and we learned to use simple transmitters and signal towers to send messages, hoping to find more survivors.


At the same time, we reshaped society. We built a new community centered on knowledge and cooperation, avoiding past mistakes to ensure technology would never again be used for greed and destruction.


The path was not easy. Some opposed our efforts, believing technology had caused the world’s downfall. Calling themselves the "Purists," they rejected modern inventions and insisted humanity should return to a simpler way of life.


Our base was attacked multiple times, precious power generators were destroyed, and food supplies were stolen. Some of our companions were injured, and a few even lost their lives. But we refused to give up, knowing that without technology, humanity might never regain its former glory.


Years later, we finally made a breakthrough. The first small hydroelectric station illuminated a village at night, and our first working radio sent a simple yet powerful message: "Human civilization is still alive."


Technology has the power to destroy or save the world. The key lies in how we use it. We are not slaves to technology; we are its creators.


If one day, you found yourself in such a world, would you choose to embrace nature, or would you, like us, fight to restart civilization?





Reference

Giannelis, M. (2021, October 24). Living in a society without technology. Thrive Global. https://community.thriveglobal.com/living-in-a-society-without-technology/



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