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Thus, humanity comes to an end not with a whimper or a bang but with heads held down by the gravity of digital devices. Strangers dissolve. Flashing screens absolve us of the need to meet. The outside shades of orange, purple, white, and gray fade away. Humans disassociate. Conversation evaporates to be replaced by a stenography texting quality paired with a variety of emojis. Years of evolution Are discarded within the span of a few generations.
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
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Thus, humanity comes to an end not with a whimper or a bang but with heads held down by the gravity of digital devices. Strangers dissolve. Flashing screens absolve us of the need to meet. The outside shades of orange, purple, white, and gray fade away. Humans disassociate. Conversation evaporates to be replaced by a stenography texting quality paired with a variety of emojis. Years of evolution Are discarded within the span of a few generations.
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
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