The Machine Stops
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Inside, her anxiety increased. The arrangements were old-fashioned and rough. There was even a female attendant, to whom she would have to announce her wants during the voyage. Of course a revolving platform ran the length of the boat, but she was expected to walk from it to her cabin. Some cabins were better than others, and she did not get the best. She thought the attendant had been unfair, and spasms of rage shook her. The glass valves had closed, she could not go back. She saw, at the end of the vestibule, the lift in which she had ascended going quietly up and down, empty. Beneath those corridors of shining tiles were rooms, tier below tier, reaching far into the earth, and in each room there sat a human being, eating, or sleeping, or producing ideas. And buried deep in the hive was her own room. Vashti was afraid.
"O Machine!" she murmured, and caressed her Book, and was comforted.
Then the sides of the vestibule seemed to melt together, as do the passages that we see in dreams, the l
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Well. We have almost reached that stage. Mom talking to kids far away through facebook and skype is a reality. People do not have time to see friends and they prefer talking to them through social media. We no longer move out most of the time. Soon we will all be 'lumps of flesh' in hexagonal cubicles.
Humans. Wake up from this disastrous nightmare. Fight net addiction. Let us all meet real people in real time in the good old fasioned way.
Although I had to read this story three or four times to fully appreciate it's implications, it is a story we must all take to heart.