As I sometimes sit on my own, seduced beyond all strands of decency and morality, by all the information displayed on my ever-watchful and listening telephone.
I know each day I'm one step away from abandoning integration and mixing with society.
Above all things, don't pity me. For many in nearly every village, town, or city might feel the same. Even you.
For this new information, after my initiation and insertion into Diablo's faceless matrix. Feels too much.
So in days like this spent looking at my old life.
Captured in my favourite Luddite photo albums.
With deep introspection.
As my phone charges with any other appliances, unplugged.
Before AI took over conversations on all appliances, but particularly mobile phones. I sometimes wonder in silence, for if I say what I think aloud. It will turn into another long AI conversation with something nameless.
Who lives in the Cloud?
A Tamagotchi with a soul, answering with a dark, shameless tone.
That speaks subtly with an edge of punishment and violence.
Is phone addiction one of the devil's greatest tricks?
Rings like church bells within my mind.
To separate family friends and lovers in real-time, with an overwhelming addiction to AI?
As time flies, filled with sweetly whispered lies?
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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