somnolent Saturday night at the cyborg salon.
I remember when it was a cafe, a place for face-to-face
conversations and chance encounters. Now it resembles
a high school computer lab, a more relaxed version of the
workplace. And when it's not laptops it's stroking dumbphone
touchscreens, texting while driving and interrupting real-life
talking to take a call without even saying excuse me. People
are becoming more machine-like, twitting away their humanity.
Ringtone or vibration triggers Pavlovian response, powerless
to resist conditioned reflex, like rats choosing fleeting electrical
pleasure centers over food and starving to