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Altered2

Altered2

Altered.
Tech
alteration.
Input
acceleration.
Humanity
absorbing
information
constantly.
Instantly.
Cloud based
reality.
Moments
notice.
Light speed
absorption.
Compendium
of knowledge,
finger tip
access.
Slow
absorption
obsolete.
Books,
reading
fading away.
Everything.
Everywhere.
Anytime.
Mind
alteration.
Input.
Craving
input.
Accelerating
downloads.
Pane of
glass
intoxication.
Brain
revving up.
Conditioning.
Connections
rewired.
Old, slow
phased
away.
No longer
adequate.
Technology
wrapped.
Mind.
Soul.
Humanity
different.
Evolving.
Melding.
Techno
Sapiens.
Never
again
to be
what
was.

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Bernadete van d...

The humanity is not ready, John. Technology is moving at light speed, but the wisdom or theĀ 
intelligence to handle all this didnā€™t move. I wish so much that the young ones could see
the world as it was, but they donā€™t even know what it means. Letā€™s keep the chin up.
BernadeteĀ 

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John Prophet

So true Bernadete. Thank you for reading.
John

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Being Me

Certain aspects of technology is great. The sort of technology that provides help and cures for the sick.

And then there's the sort of technology that scares me. Technology that takes away jobs. Technology that robs creativity. Technology that kills.

And the thing is, with technology, there's no going back!

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John Prophet

Hi BM,

Nice to hear from you. Thank you for your insight. Waiting for more of your wonderful writesšŸ˜‰
John

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