From 2001: A Space Odyssey by Sir Arthur C. Clarke

Heywood Floyd catches up with the headlines while travelling to the moon...

There was plenty to occupy his time, even if he did nothing but sit and read. When he tired of official reports and memoranda and minutes, he would plug his foolscap-sized Newspad into the ship's information circuit and scan the latest reports from Earth. One by one he would conjure up the world's major electronic papers; he knew the codes of the more important ones by heart, and had no need to consult the list on the back of his pad.

I am not about to try a beat-down on Sir Arthur C. Clarke for not imagining a more user-friendly interface. When I first read these words, almost forty years ago now, I was enthralled by his vision of the world's information at your fingertips. That he didn't also invent the touchpad is no big deal. For science fiction writers the future is a moving target, and Sir Arthur has done a better than average job of keeping up with the times.

Switching to the display unit's short-term memory, he would hold the front page while he quickly searched the headlines and noted the items that interested him. Each had its own two-digit reference; when he punched that, the postage-stamp-sized rectangle would expand until it neatly filled the screen and he could read it with comfort. When he had finished, he would flash back to the complete page and select a new subject for detailed examination.

If we ignore all the finicky keystrokes required, what most strikes a modern reader is the user's passivity. The display is as spiffy as one would wish for, likewise the connectivity, but the content is more akin to cable tv than today's internet.

Floyd sometimes wondered if the Newspad, and the fantastic technology behind it, was the last word in man's quest for perfect communications. Here he was, far out in space, speeding away from Earth at thousands of miles an hour, yet in a few milliseconds he could see the headlines of any newspaper he pleased. (That very word "newspaper," of course, was an anachronistic hangover into the age of electronics.) The text was updated automatically on every hour; even if one read only the English versions, one could spend an entire lifetime doing nothing but absorbing the ever-changing flow of information from the news satellites.

It was hard to imagine how the system could be improved or made more convenient. But sooner or later, Floyd guessed, it would pass away, to be replaced by something as unimaginable as the Newspad itself would have been to Caxton or Gutenberg.

Certainly, I couldn't imagine it either. I had to wait for it to happen.

There was another thought which a scanning of those tiny electronic headlines often invoked. The more wonderful the means of communication, the more trivial, tawdry, or depressing its contents seemed to be.