World Without Gutenberg, A Sad World Indeed (sort of rhymes a little sometimes)

Imagine a world where 14 year old boys and girls are running around raising their kids, working on farms like slaves from the Civil War times, from the ancient roman times, from the middle eastern countries of today's times. The 14 year old kiddo needs to put bread on the table, but it's hard to find a steady job if you look at writing and nothing's legible. What, is this kid dyslexic? Nah, lemme build this tale a bit more for you: ain't no one can even read, <- and they all talk like this. You were married to someone you didn't even have attraction for, takes all the fun out of love life doesn't it? You married for status, not love, back then love was corporate. Back then you aimlessly followed the church, looked on at the pastor while sitting on pews made out of birch. Told to buy your way outta hell,  it wasn't ringing a bell they could have been lying. Even if you had a bible that you were trying to read, too bad son. It was in Latin. The language of the educated so they say, and you're definitely not that, feel the dismay. All you could do was pray, but wait, common folk weren't supposed to talk to God. That seems pretty odd, but then it seemed pretty painful when you were stoned for it. I'm not talking about marijuana, I'm talking about rocks being thrown. Imagine a world where we still live in the stone ages, centuries behind where we are now, and all books are crudely thrown together or written out by hand. You're still riding horse and buggies, if we even advanced that far yet. If you wanted to text your friends, there'd be weeks between each reply, that's why they called it snail mail. Whoops, you can't write so you can't send mail either. The cold truth sinks in like ether, burning up your soul but the worst part is that people are unaware of their lack of knowledge, going about life blissfully unaware, never bothering with college or even all of elementary school. The hardest thing they know is 2 plus 2, and they have to think for a moment for that doozy of a problem. This might be exaggerated a little, but without Gutenberg we'd be up the creek without a fiddle. Or paddle. Fiddle just rhymed better. :)