There was once a COBOL programmer in the mid to late 1990s named Jack. After
years of being taken for granted and treated as a technological dinosaur by all
the UNIX programmers and Client/Server programmers and website developers, Jack
was finally getting some respect. He'd become a private consultant specializing
in Year 2000 conversions. He was working short-term assignments for prestige
companies, traveling all over the world on different assignments. He was working
70 and 80 and even 90 hour weeks, but it was worth it.
Several years of this relentless, mind-numbing work had taken its toll on
Jack. He had problems sleeping and began having anxiety dreams about the Year
2000. It had reached a point where even the thought of the year 2000 made him
nearly violent. He must have suffered some sort of breakdown, because all he
could think about was how he could avoid the year 2000 and all that came with
it.
Jack decided to contact a company that specialized in cryogenics. He made a
deal to have himself frozen until March 15th, 2000. This was very expensive
process and totally automated. He was thrilled. The next thing he would know is
he'd wake up in the year 2000; after the New Year celebrations and computer
debacles; after the leap day. Nothing else to worry about except getting on with
his life.
He was put into his cryogenic receptacle, the technicians set the revive
date, he was given injections to slow his heartbeat to a bare minimum, and that
was that.
The next thing that Jack saw was an enormous and very modern room filled with
excited people. They were all shouting "I can't believe it!" and
"It's a miracle" and "He's alive!" There were cameras
(unlike any he'd ever seen) and equipment that looked like it came out of a
science fiction movie.
Someone who was obviously a spokesperson for the group stepped forward. Jack
couldn't contain his enthusiasm. "It is over?" he asked. "Is 2000
already here? Are all the millennial parties and promotions and crises all over
and done with?"
The spokesman explained that there had been a problem with the programming of
the timer on Jack's cryogenic receptacle, it hadn't been year 2000 compliant. It
was actually eight thousand years later, not the year 2000. But the spokesman
told Jack that he shouldn't get excited; someone important wanted to speak to
him.
Suddenly a wall-sized projection screen displayed the image of a man that
looked very much like Bill Gates. This man was Prime Minister of Earth. He told
Jack not to be upset. That this was a wonderful time to be alive. That there was
world peace and no more starvation. That the space program had been reinstated
and there were colonies on the moon and on Mars. That technology had advanced to
such a degree that everyone had virtual reality interfaces which allowed them to
contact anyone else on the planet, or to watch any entertainment, or to hear any
music recorded anywhere.
"That sounds terrific," said Jack. "But I'm curious. Why is
everybody so interested in me?"
"Well," said the Prime Minister. "The year 10000 is just
around the corner, and it says in your files that you know COBOL."