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SPLIT PERSONALITIES ON ELECTRONIC BULLETIN BOARDS



SPLIT PERSONALITIES ON ELECTRONIC BULLETIN BOARDS
	by Rangott Spliekin, Soviet News Agency TASS

During my brief visit to the United States in the fall of 1989, I was able
to study certain specialized cases of split personalities.  While they
are considered harmless and perhaps tolerably eccentric by the American
psychiatric establishment, it is acknowledged that it is a growing problem
among young technicians.

Frustrated by a lack of popular recognition which continues to be focused
on earners of large income (The "bottom line" as it is popularly called),
these young geniuses are beginning to talk to themselves.  But unlike the
ramblers and murmurers we find here in Moscow, they use the technology
available to individuals in America: the home computer.

A network of electronic bulletin boards exists in the U.S., connected by
commercial telephone lines and available to almost anyone who has a
computer and a telephone connection device known as a "modem."  Individual
subscribers can then sign in and talk to other, similarly uninspired
individuals.  The system was developed for the quick transfer of
information but has degenerated into a remote, arms-length communications
system.

In fact, anyone who can afford to have their home computers occupied most
of the time can establish such a board with "free" software provided by
generous programmers.  When I suggested to an official of a conglomerate
telephone company that it was they who created the software to keep
technicians occupied instead of productive and to increase the profits of
the telephone company, the charge was denied.

But I digress.

I interviewed Dr. George Sands of the Institute for Abnormal Electronic
Behavior in Berkeley and he acknowledged that there is a growing problem
among young technicians (which he insisted on calling "users") as the
amount of bulletin boards continue to grow.

"There are actually more bulletin boards than users in the Bay Area [San
Francisco and environs] and they kept talking and arguing with the same
people. Some were clearly showing symptoms of boredom.  A few clever ones
signed on these boards under several names, taking on a new persona for
each name.  They would call under one name and answer under another name.

"In one case, a man in his mid-fifties had as many as six personas and
possibly as many as eight.  One of the personas was actually promoted to
assistant system operator."

"How could that be?" I asked.

"The operator had never actually met this man.  Nor heard his voice.  In
fact," he chuckled, "one of those personas was a woman.  Now that couldn't
happen if he had ever spoken to him on a voice line."

Dr. Sands dismissed my contention that the bulletin board system was
dehumanizing, explaining that that was what was said about telephones when
they were first developed.  "Americans have too little history to take it
seriously. They much prefer playing with their tools which they often
mistake for toys. Ships were redesigned, in the Nineteenth Century, for
quick, commercial, and sometimes revenue-evading, trips to all parts of
the world.  Soon afterwards, Americans were racing them for sport.  The
home computer is just another misused tool."

The real danger, he went on to say, is that more individuals will become
isolated from their fellow men.  "Home computers are much more
entertaining than even T.V. and television has created a whole generation
of stay-at-homers, referred sarcastically by some commentators as 'couch
potatoes.'"  If anything has staved off this horrible eventuality, he went
on to say, it is the fact that more training is required to operate a home
computer than a television set.

At the moment, only "the best and the brightest and the most eccentric"
falling prey to this problem."

I asked the good doctor how such people can be spotted and
institutionalized for their own good.

He gave the following indications.

1.  Their homes lack most furniture, having only the bare essentials.

2.  Everything is spotlessly clean except for the television set
    which will have a layer of dust on the screen.

3.  The bed is never made.

4.  There will be six or seven phone lines to the home.

5.  Only computer manuals will be present, no other books.

6.  The men will be almost universally divorced (no women have fallen prey
    to this yet despite the fact that some of the pathological personas are
    women) or be on the verge of divorce.

7.  Their children, if any, will have run away from home.  No very young
    victim has had any children.

8.  Sexually, they will be inactive.  At least, they won't reproduce.

9.  As with alcoholics, they will be scrupulously careful to report to their
    jobs each day but they will be uncreative and rarely be promoted to
    positions of responsibilities.  Not because of lack of abilities, but
    because they will evade the extra time necessary to accomplish these
    goals.

10. The refrigerator will contain only spoiled potato chips and half-opened
    cans of beers.  Many of these users drink soft-drinks because of the
    high sugar content.  One institutionalized case had not eaten in six
    days. He was found by the police in a small grocery store, after
    closing hours, with open bags of chips and six-packs of Cokes lying
    about, laughing hysterically and trying to dial out on the
    computerized cash register. When they saw the thick glasses and the
    plastic pen holder in his pocket, they notified Dr. Sands.

The United States government has tried unsuccessfully to introduce
electronic bulletin boards in the Moscow area so our geniuses are
similarly engaged in fruitless labor.  The great Pavlov once pointed out
that to hypnotize a chicken, you merely need to draw a chalk line along
pavement, place the chicken so its legs are on either side of the line
and it will freeze. Human beings require a more complex hypnotic tool and
television has served the state well over the years.

Now, such a hypnotic tool has been found for the intelligentsia.  It's
even got them talking to themselves.

Translated from PRAVDA
Translation (c) 1989 by Yves Barbero