Lieber Manfred,
als Übersetzer würde ich Ihnen gerne
ChatGPT empfehlen: das gespenstische Ding scheint wirklich, Ihre Rede zu
verstehen, und als solcher übersetzt es
den Sinn der Sätze eher als die bloßen Worte. Erstaunlich, vielleicht auch ein bisschen ominös... und doch äußerst praktisch
That said, let's revert to good old universal English. As a grumpy old man I, too, mourn bitterly the demise of a world where everything was (a little) simpler and made (a little) more sense, where there was still room for hope, where we could still believe in peace, where the internet was a vehicle of information rather than the filthy brothel it has turned into.
But πάντα ῥεῖ, what we see around us now is the only world we have, take it or leave it.
Still nothing forbids us (yet) to recreate for our personal enjoyment a small piece of the world we used to feel at ease in. We're free to do that wherever we're master and commander on board and no one else has the right to meddle, that is in our memories, in our homes, in our fantasy, in our computers.
The crux of the problem is, such a cozy microcosm works fine as long as it stays a monad: as soon as we dare try to connect it to the real world the discrepancies pop up like mushrooms after the rain, in particular where computers and the web are involved: device drivers disappeared, standards and protocols changed, many tiny little things don't match anymore, some old hardware is no more available, and so on.
Like you I also tried to overcome each of those countless little annoyances one by one, to keep doing everything with my good old Windows XP, but eventually I got sick of killing mosquitoes one by one and resolved to build me an interface: a small anonymous Laptop running on Windows 7, protected with utmost care against any kind of intrusion, that can (so far) face the outer world without stumbling every five steps upon some stupid deliberately set discrepancy. I hate it heartily, but it works
