> Javascript is currently replaced with Typescript, which is not being looked down upon by backend people, at least not as much.
For some reason - unbeknownst to God and his prophets, very smart, intelligent folk want to use a BMX as farming tool to plough and till the soil. Now we aren't going to ask silly questions like - why use a bmx when you have a whole barn full of tractors.
No.
We are going to ask how to get maximum output from the pedal mechanism. How to replace the human with a robot so we plough faster and how best to install solar panels for day time power source as well as highly specialized lithium ion cells made specifically for this purpose, so we can cover more ground.
A farmer, who has been farming for his whole life, really belived the tractors with billions of man hours in commercial farms, trusty, easy to fix and operate with a plethora of mechanics to fix and improve them.
But that just gives the farmer a vague existential crisis, what really gets him in the dumps is how they get the the goods to and from the farm. See he has big lumbering trailers and a few modernis rigs. Hes been using them forever, they are insured and also have possibly the highest reliability of transport. The new farmers merely smirk at the diesel autos. They have sonething better, smaller, faster and many of it. Quadbikes hooked to trailers. Hundreds and thousands of them. Apparently a central computer, bless it, controls and orchestrates the many quad bikes. The old farmer feels lost and helpless everytime he goes out to harvest. His trusty harvester looks impossibly old and slow, steady as she goes. No matter that she can haul a few hundred tons a week, it is nowhere new sophistacted than the automated quadbikes - zipping in and out with their 80kg loads at break neck speed. It's like watching a symphony.
He wonders what they actually grow there. Seeing such advanced alien technology ,to him at least, these new farmers must be planting something more delicate than rice, yield higher than wheat, and sturdier than simple corn. Surely, he reasons, his life is all but over.
But is it?
The FOMO chronicles, Afseyuk, 2020