Jesus Christ. I just hope this ends once the pandemic is over.
I see something like you in this plate, but I do not see you. I hear something like you through this telephone, but I do not hear you.
She could not be sure, for the Machine did not transmit nuances of expression. It only gave a general idea of people – an idea that was good enough for all practical purposes, Vashti thought. The imponderable bloom, declared by a discredited philosophy to be the actual essence of intercourse, was rightly ignored by the Machine, just as the imponderable bloom of the grape was ignored by the manufacturers of artificial fruit. Something 'good enough' had long since been accepted by our race.
You know that we have lost the sense of space. We say 'space is annihilated', but we have annihilated not space, but the sense thereof.
Jesus Christ. I just hope this ends once the pandemic is over.
This was a fun book that was eerily prescient of a time that is already here for some, where people live in their four walls and rarely go out or interact directly with others in real life. With...
This was a fun book that was eerily prescient of a time that is already here for some, where people live in their four walls and rarely go out or interact directly with others in real life. With ubiquitous one day shipping and robotic delivery close at hand, who knows?
Jesus Christ. I just hope this ends once the pandemic is over.
This was a fun book that was eerily prescient of a time that is already here for some, where people live in their four walls and rarely go out or interact directly with others in real life. With ubiquitous one day shipping and robotic delivery close at hand, who knows?