“Infatuation, Technically,” was technically published on the Danse Macabre blog this past week. This brief tale evolved out of experience working in a office where women are as difficult to get to know as they are arresting. But the story isn’t really about that. If it weren’t for technology I wouldn’t be a published author (if what I can be called is such). I make my submissions online and I receive my electronic voice online. I look at maps online and I haven’t touched a phonebook in years. But still. I’m still not convinced all of this technology is a good thing. “Infatuation, Technically” is about the love of technology. The human element is gone. I could be dating a clone and wouldn’t even know it. This food I’m eating never occurred in nature. That fly buzzing around my head is a drone. A friend told me they are now printing cells with 3-D printers. What if we haven’t found all the dimensions yet? ...
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