Likely Normal

Remember when we used to remember things? Yeah, me neither, I had to Google it. These days, our brains have outsourced basic knowledge to the internet like a lazy CEO delegating all their work. You could ask me what 8 x 7 is, and instead of thinking, my fingers will instinctively punch it into a search bar before my brain even hums the Jeopardy! theme song. “Wait, don’t tell me… oh, it’s 56? Cool, cool.”

Phone numbers? Gone. Birthdays? “I’ll just wait for the Facebook reminder.” Even passwords are a lost cause—why memorize them when you can just click “Forgot?” and reset them every single time like some kind of digital goldfish? The real tragedy? Watching someone try to navigate a city without GPS. They’ll stand on a street corner, spinning like a lost tourist in 2003, muttering “I think the pizza place is… that way? Or was it that way?” Meanwhile, their phone is right there, but using it would require admitting defeat.

And let’s talk about trivia night. Used to be a battle of wits; now it’s just a room full of people sneakily Googling under the table like they’re in a Mission: Impossible sequel. “No, I totally knew the capital of Burkina Faso was Ouagadougou! I just… wanted to confirm.” Sure, Jan.

Bottom line: Our brains are now just middle managers for Google. “Hey, brain, what’s that actor’s name?” “Uh… let me escalate this to Search.” At this rate, future humans won’t even have memories—just a search history and crippling anxiety when the Wi-Fi drops.