Text Patterns - by Alan Jacobs

Thursday, September 30, 2010

the saddest thing I have read in some time

Arikia Millikan:

Now, I am always connected to the Web. The rare exceptions to the rule cause excruciating anxiety. I work online. I play online. I have sex online. I sleep with my smartphone at the foot of my bed and wake up every few hours to check my email in my sleep (something I like to call dreamailing).

But it's not enough connectivity. I crave an existence where batteries never die, wireless connections never fail, and the time between asking a question and having the answer is approximately zero. If I could be jacked in at every waking hour of the day, I would, and I think a lot of my peers would do the same. So Hal, please hurry up with that Google implant. We're getting antsy.

There’s a name for this condition: Stockholm Syndrome.


  • Is it just me, or is there not some irony in the Google executive's name -- HAL?

  • Michael Straight said...

    Once again, I'll recommend Vernor Vinge's novella "Fast Times at Fairmont High" as a convincing and unsettling portrayal of the sort of ubiquitous, uninterrupted net connection that Millikan craves.

  • Why, this is Hell, nor am I out of it.

  • Like drug addiction, the net has made her something less than human.

    Reading this sort of thing makes me want to throw my computer out of the window, become a farmer, and never look at a screen again.

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