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"I'm Steve", he finally answered after
I asked him a couple of times what his
name was. "I can't talk with you. I'm
busy", he said."
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Steve
Belonged to the Net
Marcelo
Cadena from Ecuador
I
was walking around. It was cold and it was starting
to rain. I was looking for a restaurant or a
café where I could sit and have something to
drink. When I saw one, I crossed the street and I
was there. I sat at a round table and asked for a
coffee.
While
I was waiting for my beverage, I realized that
there were other people in the place, but I sensed
loneliness. I saw their bodies, but I couldn't feel
their souls. That was because their souls didn't
belong to them; instead they belonged to the "Net."
I
stood up and walked between the tables. When I came
to the biggest computer, I saw a thin, small man
sitting in front of it. "I'm Steve", he finally
answered after I asked him a couple of times what
his name was. "I can't talk with you. I'm busy", he
said.
I
thought he was working, and I apologized. He didn't
say anything. Before going back to my seat, I
wanted to see what he was doing. I stood behind
him. He was not working. He was chatting online
with somebody--probably someone he didn't
know--and, at the same time, he was playing a
computer game--a war game. I was surprised.
Why
didn't Steve want to talk with me? I tried again to
communicate with that computer geek, but not a word
came out of his mouth. I touched his shoulder, but
there was no reaction. I was getting upset. I put
my hand in front of the monitor, and he started to
shout, "Leave me alone!"
I
took a few steps back. I was ashamed. I wanted to
look and see if all those people in the café
were looking at me, so I raised my head, but there
was nobody interested in what was happening. I
walked back to my table, and I noticed everybody
was using the computers.
At
that moment, I realized the people in that place
were having a cup of coffee and a nice conversation
with their machines, not with people. All of them
were more interested in having a relationship with
the computer, particularly Steve. I wouldn't want
to imagine the future of human beings if they
preferred sharing their lives with machines instead
of with people.
I
was worried and I sank in my thoughts. I didn't
even realize that the coffee was bad, just as Steve
didn't even realize that there was a person next to
him.
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