I recently finished the bookThe Light of Other Days by Arthur C. Clarke and Stephen Baxter. Okay book, but it was the sci-fi Macguffin that really got me thinking. The premise: in the not-so-distant future, a communications company succeeds in creating a device that can recieve signals faster than light, through wormholes or something. Thing is, you can also use the gadget as a past viewer (or present viewer, for that matter) to observe any point in history. Part of the appeal for the reader is learning “the true story” behind many historical and archaeological puzzles. In the story, everyone soon has their own past-viewer.
My question is, assuming such a device were invented, and the technology were made relatively accessible, would it be, on balance, a good thing or a bad thing? It seemed to me that the novel took a somewhat optimistic view of its impact; though some religions collapsed entirely, government and society in general took it pretty much in stride. The ability to see past events directly would, certainly, render the historical sciences, archaeology, evolutionary biology and a slew of others obsolete or at least radically refocused, but I’m thinking more of the impact on the culture at large. Would the government collapse if just anyone could watch the President at any time? Would war be made impractical, or would the stronger nations attack their weaker neighbors immediately? And what of historical crimes that could be called up to be viewed at any time; would this hopelessly fractionalize society?
On the other hand, you would have the immediate benefits of no unsolved crimes, no lost children (or lost socks, for that matter), perfect knowledge of all past events, and a world where fraud or deception are nearly impossible–but at the cost of absolute loss of privacy.
If you had the only such gadget, what would you do? Give it to the world, or your government? Destroy it? Create an empire through blackmail? Or just use it privately to spy on others (or simply delight in the pageantry of history)? Me, I’d probably never leave the Cretaceous Period. Or the shower rooms at Daytona Beach.