Mr. Freeman, part 57

I invite you to play the game. Let us not give a damn about your IQ for a minute and go to the depths of imagination. Look closer. Assume that there's some kind of time shift, and you're suddenly went thousands of years back in time. What you got with you is a flash drive with gigabytes of yields of future civilization: music, books, movies, photos, programs! You're not some jackass anymore, but a mind bearer, the top of the civilization pyramid. You can get paid for what you know. Gluts of wealth from every world ruler. You are a phenomenon, demigod, a path to the true enlightenment.

So, everyone's in the house awaiting the revelation from you, ready to gain knowledge, experience, the truth... whatever. Thousands of eyes watching you. The whole world is anticipating, standing still, awaiting the light. And now attention! How do you get information from the flash drive, huh? You don't have that proper knowledge yourself. And the only evidence of existing future is this piece of plastic and metal. You have nothing to say to the crowd. Any word of yours without proof would sound like charlatanry, and the best thing ahead of you in this case is a gibbet.

So, my dear know-alls, without the usual service system, every single one of you is nothing but a brainless walking blabbermouth, do you get me? Yeah... of course, making a free mail account, downloading a report, SMS voting, installing a plug-in is a load of genius, necessary needed, and useful skills... that wouldn't damn save you from being hanged!

But let's think globally! Which one of you knows a gunpowder formula? Can you produce penicillin? Are you aware of making fuel from oil? What could you give to the people of the past at all? Come on, come on, turn your brain on, my dear parasites. To get electricity, for example, it would only take an orange or a potato with a golden cross and a silver spoon stuck into it. Those two contacts will induce 2 volts of electrical force. Do you know that, huh?

Of course, I understand that words wouldn't convince you. That's why I'm going to show you something more substantial. And accidentally, I got a nanocrystal, pneumohydrogenium information core with petabytes of information, which will right now allow you instantly to... but I... I guess not... Wait a second! Does anyone have the descriptor of intrasystem figurative synthesis?