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What are the drones thinking about while they stare at their phones? Nothing — in the sense of ‘thinking’ as purposeful or intentional. They’re numbly processing information the way a lizard takes in sunlight. The new human being created by technology is spiritually coldblooded: the soul cannot initiate a thought-process, it can only blend in with a stream of pixels.
Sometimes I’m one of them, but I try not to be; I don’t have a smartphone, just the laptop I’m writing this diary on. I feel like there’s only a thin barrier separating me from the other digital idiots — and perhaps that’s an illusion too. I am different, with my little flip phone, by degree, not kind.
Ultimately, we are all enmeshed in the humming, glowing Internet hive.
