It was raining. I went into a cafe and asked for a coffee..While waiting for my drink, I realized there were other people in the place, but I sensed loneliness. I saw their bodies, but I couldn't feel their souls because their souls 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 am 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 He was chatting online and, at the same time playing a computer game: a war game. I was surprised.
Why didn't Steve want to talk with me? I tried again to speak to that computer geek, but not a word came out of his mouth. I touched his shoulder, but no reaction I was unhappy. I put my hand in front of themonitorand he shouted, "Leave me alone." I took a few steps back, wondering if all those people were having a nice conversation with their machines, not with people, especially 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 sank in my thoughts. I didn't even realize that the coffee was bad, just as Steve didn't notice there was a person next to him.
