The Last Refuge of the Damned

Why did I do the worst case scenario first? I don't know, but it came to me almost fully formed.

I would really appreciate comments on these; remember, this is the first of three and it is supposed to represent the worst case scenario. Did I miss anything? Is there some way the future could be even more bleak?

The Last Refuge of the Damned
“I never thought I would say this,” the director began, “but we are in a dangerous situation. We’ve done everything we possibly could to make the building and our services appealing to our end users, but usage continues to decline. On this year’s student survey, only one in five students had even visited the library this year.”

There were grim looks between the librarians around the table. They all knew what had happened over the last ten years: the library renovation, the move to provide outreach and department- or school-specific services, the push to expand the idea of what a library was and could do—nothing had stopped the slide in usage that had begun in the late 90’s. At best, they could say that all of their work had merely postponed the inevitable.

“Ubiquitous computing killed us,” said one of the librarians. “Once enough information really was easily available anytime and anywhere, people just didn’t need a library anymore.”

“I agree,” said another. “I think it was the Tablet PC rollout in 2006. “Once those kids got those machines in their hands, we never saw them again.”

“I don’t know that it was just the machines,” said the first. “The fact that there is so much out there that really is free on the Internet these days just makes what we have to offer less appealing.”

Several people replied at once: “But, the stuff on the Internet is crap!”

“You know that, and I know that,” said the director, “but our patrons don’t know and don’t care. The end result is the same.” She sent a stern look around the table. “We could also look at ourselves and say we didn’t look enough to patron needs, that we stuck with the traditional model of librarianship too long, and then it was too late to really do anything.”

One staffer piped up, “You could also blame administration for never fully funding us and for treating us like second-class citizens for the last 15 years!”

The director ignored this and turned on the overhead projector. The librarians saw the lines of an organizational chart appear. As what the document represented became clear in their minds, faces paled with fear or turned red with anger.

“What is this?!?” demanded one of the staff.

“This is the new reality,” said the director. “The remnants of the print collection are being moved to offsite storage. One clerical position will be retained to maintain the print collection and to fill whatever limited requests come in for access. Copyright compliance will be integrated into Teaching and Learning Technologies. I’ve talked with their director and she doesn’t anticipate needing more than two people for this.”

“Where’s reference?” asked the head of public services in a small voice.

The director looked over the top of her glasses. “There won’t be any more reference,” she said. “Once the print collection is gone, the building will be turned over to the schools for testing and study space.”

General groaning followed this announcement. “Even if the collection is all electronic, they’ll still need people to buy it and organize it,” someone commented. “Where are those people?”

The director looked around. “An Elsevier rep was at the last management meeting. With all of the financial savings from eliminating the library, the institution will be making the ConsultSuite available. They’re touting it as a ‘true virtual library’ and saying it will more than adequately meet the needs of faculty, students, and staff. All of you will be employed until the end of the fiscal year and then your positions will be eliminated. Those of you with applicable skills will have preference given if you apply for positions elsewhere in Information Resources.”

Silence followed this pronouncement. “I don’t see your name on here,” one of the librarians said to the director. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m retiring,” the director said, taking off her glasses and rubbing the bridge of her nose. “Enough is enough.”