in. Part 1: the Fantasies about the Internet of the future
Disclaimer: We are opening a series of stories describing various issues and problems associated, for the most part, with the present and future of the Internet and our vision of possible ways of their solution. Often after will be published the announcements mentioned in the stories of the projects. We ask for understanding that something will change and something will remain fantasies; today, we are a small team, but with a great desire to do in this world, let him first and little, but better.
Victor came home in a great mood — he managed to get another rarity for his collection of the past. Carefully taking out a paper bag and a small thin clear plastic box with a logo already sunk into Oblivion of the company, with interest he turned it over in his hands. Then with a sinking heart he opened it, and held the solar window for a better view of the contents. Before him lay the disk labeled “CD-R 650Mb”. With a slight click after isolating the disk from the substrate and turning it, Victor saw across the room ran a little subtle colored sun glare reflecting mirror reverse side.
— You got it!
The room flew like a whirlwind younger brother Victor.
— Let! Let me see!
Snatched from the hands of his brother burning in the sun thing, he's not paying attention to Victor dissatisfied with such a cavalier attitude towards rarity, put the disk closer to the eyes.
— Hmm... And it's only 650 MB? However, not very last saved on personal space if I wrote this big, but small drives all your data. Imagine what a mountain they have to write at least one holographic film!
Brother smiled, but did not once again to talk about it, what was previously the formats and how they occupied space on the media, and sat down at the table-screen, flicking impetuous gesture-the password that opened his personal page “in”. Few people have mentioned it's name, it was a single point of entry, respectively, and there was no point for her to identify. Just talked generally. However, Victor had read that not so long ago it was divided into separate pieces called websites and needed to know their address to find the desired information. It was looking directly on the websites or through the very popular services called search engines. He even knew the name of one of them, but it was funny and constantly flew from his head.
Only then began to appear the projects in which the authors approached the question from the other side and swapped the bottom of things — now the information began to look for the user. Victor was young and only recently started web, but have heard stories from older colleagues that sooner, instead of just to develop the logic and functionality of the projects but to fill them with data, had to think about such things as separate design and UI for each (!) site — and here he always felt very sorry users each time trying to understand how, where and what is, and to be content with only those features that feel the need to add the owner of the resource. Or, on the contrary, loomed before my eyes unnecessary elements imposed on UI. And the developers were faced with the treacherous beast and his name was cross-browser compatibility! Victor until the end and did not understand what the problem is, but the expression on their faces telling give some idea of the scale of the disaster. Also phrases like “to properly display at all, $#@!, zoo devices!“ painted in his mind of terrible monsters which fought verratti as knights in shining armor. About knights Victor liked to read too.
He also dimly imagined what it means such a word as “caching”, but he knew that in those days was not only a slow link, but also had to download a ton of garbage responsible for mapping each individual site, and much of all this ugliness again and again duplicated! However, he tried not to be so gullible and not to believe every word of the narrators — often it seemed to him that the elder just kidding with him, telling stories and laughing behind his back. Although the narrative about the attacks called DDoS or a terrible word about XSS, SQL injection, he listened with open mouth, imagining the virtual battles for some reason in the style of pirates, probably from the fact that the word “pirates” is also from time to time pop up in mention experienced. But this he still had to get around later. Even if that's true, now many types of attacks simply can not be, the system only accepts data in text form (pure data) and gives this data can't harm neither the client nor the server by default. Moreover, this approach allows you to instantly send a tiny kilobyte pages, because the client or back to the server only comes useful data without HTML and JS, CSS garbage.
He also knew that before the page was torn from the widespread treatment of the semantic core of the network and this task to a very limited extent engaged in the very search engines about which he is today remembered. He was a colossus with feet of clay. Victor liked finding colorful analogy. To them every were millions on the bow in order to get an answer — where in the network the information that they needed and Woe to you if you do not know how to ask! He heard a blood-curdling stories about spam and irrelevant ads everywhere. Saying she was almost on all sites. Victor was found very useful that the network offered at the right time, the right products based on their preferences and requirements to them, but he didn't understand what was the point in showing everyone the same promotional information. The authors of articles, books, music, videos, manufacturers of different products — everyone had to participate in a mad race for users, and those, in turn, also sought the right information and products. Enormous funds were spent on advertising, which, of course, strongly reflected in prices, not to mention the fact that almost never is not being objective and simply lied to consumers, and at best priukrasil product. Say that then the pieces of the network are called sites, just do not know how to distinguish users and did not know about their interests.
Victor was again very sorry users. He represented the unhappy young animals Myka huge maze trying to get to the information they need through a jungle of ads and spam that grew in abundance around a huge tree and tried to catch user its curved branches. And even if you managed to avoid them, before it was to rejoice with my feet, too, had to watch, otherwise you risk to fall into the trap of Scam sites scattered all over the network. The concept of Trust Level had not yet come into use as a versatile tool ever deliver the network fraud and spam.
But the most insidious was the social network! Many users didn't even know existed or just didn't listen to the people warning about the dangers of giving out personal information these kinds of resources. Listening to stories on such networks Victor only amazement and disbelief shook his head. Now each user had a separate trust Vault server stores data of a zealous owner, and for stealing personal information seriously punished, but that someone voluntarily gave it to someone?? No, apparently it's still the same stories, or at least highly exaggerated stories, like so much else about what he was telling senior colleagues about the past of the Internet. The only thing he had no doubt, it's the fact that almost all information stored at the user not as it is now on the Vault server, locally, or on disks like that he now held in his hand shimmering in the sunlight a piece of the past!
Article based on information from habrahabr.ru
Victor came home in a great mood — he managed to get another rarity for his collection of the past. Carefully taking out a paper bag and a small thin clear plastic box with a logo already sunk into Oblivion of the company, with interest he turned it over in his hands. Then with a sinking heart he opened it, and held the solar window for a better view of the contents. Before him lay the disk labeled “CD-R 650Mb”. With a slight click after isolating the disk from the substrate and turning it, Victor saw across the room ran a little subtle colored sun glare reflecting mirror reverse side.
— You got it!
The room flew like a whirlwind younger brother Victor.
— Let! Let me see!
Snatched from the hands of his brother burning in the sun thing, he's not paying attention to Victor dissatisfied with such a cavalier attitude towards rarity, put the disk closer to the eyes.
— Hmm... And it's only 650 MB? However, not very last saved on personal space if I wrote this big, but small drives all your data. Imagine what a mountain they have to write at least one holographic film!
Brother smiled, but did not once again to talk about it, what was previously the formats and how they occupied space on the media, and sat down at the table-screen, flicking impetuous gesture-the password that opened his personal page “in”. Few people have mentioned it's name, it was a single point of entry, respectively, and there was no point for her to identify. Just talked generally. However, Victor had read that not so long ago it was divided into separate pieces called websites and needed to know their address to find the desired information. It was looking directly on the websites or through the very popular services called search engines. He even knew the name of one of them, but it was funny and constantly flew from his head.
Only then began to appear the projects in which the authors approached the question from the other side and swapped the bottom of things — now the information began to look for the user. Victor was young and only recently started web, but have heard stories from older colleagues that sooner, instead of just to develop the logic and functionality of the projects but to fill them with data, had to think about such things as separate design and UI for each (!) site — and here he always felt very sorry users each time trying to understand how, where and what is, and to be content with only those features that feel the need to add the owner of the resource. Or, on the contrary, loomed before my eyes unnecessary elements imposed on UI. And the developers were faced with the treacherous beast and his name was cross-browser compatibility! Victor until the end and did not understand what the problem is, but the expression on their faces telling give some idea of the scale of the disaster. Also phrases like “to properly display at all, $#@!, zoo devices!“ painted in his mind of terrible monsters which fought verratti as knights in shining armor. About knights Victor liked to read too.
He also dimly imagined what it means such a word as “caching”, but he knew that in those days was not only a slow link, but also had to download a ton of garbage responsible for mapping each individual site, and much of all this ugliness again and again duplicated! However, he tried not to be so gullible and not to believe every word of the narrators — often it seemed to him that the elder just kidding with him, telling stories and laughing behind his back. Although the narrative about the attacks called DDoS or a terrible word about XSS, SQL injection, he listened with open mouth, imagining the virtual battles for some reason in the style of pirates, probably from the fact that the word “pirates” is also from time to time pop up in mention experienced. But this he still had to get around later. Even if that's true, now many types of attacks simply can not be, the system only accepts data in text form (pure data) and gives this data can't harm neither the client nor the server by default. Moreover, this approach allows you to instantly send a tiny kilobyte pages, because the client or back to the server only comes useful data without HTML and JS, CSS garbage.
He also knew that before the page was torn from the widespread treatment of the semantic core of the network and this task to a very limited extent engaged in the very search engines about which he is today remembered. He was a colossus with feet of clay. Victor liked finding colorful analogy. To them every were millions on the bow in order to get an answer — where in the network the information that they needed and Woe to you if you do not know how to ask! He heard a blood-curdling stories about spam and irrelevant ads everywhere. Saying she was almost on all sites. Victor was found very useful that the network offered at the right time, the right products based on their preferences and requirements to them, but he didn't understand what was the point in showing everyone the same promotional information. The authors of articles, books, music, videos, manufacturers of different products — everyone had to participate in a mad race for users, and those, in turn, also sought the right information and products. Enormous funds were spent on advertising, which, of course, strongly reflected in prices, not to mention the fact that almost never is not being objective and simply lied to consumers, and at best priukrasil product. Say that then the pieces of the network are called sites, just do not know how to distinguish users and did not know about their interests.
Victor was again very sorry users. He represented the unhappy young animals Myka huge maze trying to get to the information they need through a jungle of ads and spam that grew in abundance around a huge tree and tried to catch user its curved branches. And even if you managed to avoid them, before it was to rejoice with my feet, too, had to watch, otherwise you risk to fall into the trap of Scam sites scattered all over the network. The concept of Trust Level had not yet come into use as a versatile tool ever deliver the network fraud and spam.
But the most insidious was the social network! Many users didn't even know existed or just didn't listen to the people warning about the dangers of giving out personal information these kinds of resources. Listening to stories on such networks Victor only amazement and disbelief shook his head. Now each user had a separate trust Vault server stores data of a zealous owner, and for stealing personal information seriously punished, but that someone voluntarily gave it to someone?? No, apparently it's still the same stories, or at least highly exaggerated stories, like so much else about what he was telling senior colleagues about the past of the Internet. The only thing he had no doubt, it's the fact that almost all information stored at the user not as it is now on the Vault server, locally, or on disks like that he now held in his hand shimmering in the sunlight a piece of the past!
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