There is such a thing. Like if it ain't broke don't fix it, compute costs aren't always that big, sometimes single-thread is enough even on Wall Street exchanges.
And like come on originally the alternative was hiring employees and managers for those employees and dealing with human error and deception overlapping with the guilt of exploiting them, the whole management game. Difficult to find true leadership, and a work-ethic shared between manager and employee. And the education I got in the nineties and noughts was made for desk jobs with stationary, not computers.
Sometimes automation alone is fine. Even on a computer that hasn't been reset in fifty years and is obsolete according to everyone else, hey if it does the trick. Make sure it stays powered. Cobol. Does the trick. Nuclear plants, they use really old software, one using very new software and connected to the internet was hit by the Morris Worm.
I literally picked up a 32 ounce rock on the street that was intended, judging by its shape and way it was cut out of cement and pebble composite, for stoning. Like for Biblical harlots. It was left behind right after a protest was cleared one Friday afternoon on Portugal and Alameda, Santiago Centro, Santiago Chile. Found it Friday like in April, at 22:16. I roam, I checked out the scene--as is my wont--to see what's up, different graffiti on the walls, and then whoops don't see a lot of pint-sized rocks on the sidewalk, somebody might trip, better clear it. Took it home. Realized I should have worn gloves. Next time I went to hang out in front of the police station I told them about it, hey you could do forensics I said, they're like uh no wrong station for forensics, uh...thanks for clearing it away, those are meant for cops.
I got stoned with similar rocks after watching cops on motorcycles retreat from a mob, didn't click that mob was throwing rocks, kind of aiming at whatever that moved, and fuck did I then move, I sprinted away to safety before the gates closed on me. Luckily I didn't take a direct hit, none nailed me.
But the moral of the story is this: nothing about being tens or hundreds or thousands or in this case millions of years old renders it ineffective as a weapon. Same laws of physics. Same gravity. Muscle equal strength. Rock is just as hard now as it was then. Harder than my skull. Death is bad. Bad then, and bad now.
