I recently had a bad experience trying to communicate by cellphone with a friend vacationing in Death Valley, California. I found myself longing for the good old days of letter writing. It made me think again of how the promise of our techno-future is a bleak promise.
I know that we’ve been transformed into spoiled brats by Steve Jobs and the devices we are now controlled by, but the siren’s call of easy communication and social connectivity is so seductive that virtually all people unwittingly surrender their lives to hunks of silicon.
I fear we have long since passed the tipping point of losing our future as humans to these inventions that have made a few other people wealthy enough to indulge their carnal selves — while their opportunity outlasts that of the rest of us. What they don’t realize is that they’ve sold the souls of their grandchildren.