The Internet is a disembodied, hyper-intelligent psychic toddler.

It knows everything you need before you’re even curious, but asking this omniscient tyrant for anything deep is an exercise in frustration.

Unless we become better at asking of the Internet, or the Internet gets better at interpreting us, I believe the Oracles of ancient Greece will make a return as holy “Googlers”, able to communicate with the beast in ways the rest of us can’t.

Or maybe I should give Ask.com a chance every now and then?