The Elimination of Douglas Fry

This is not a blank sheet of paper I am typing on; it is simply a rectangle of white space on my monitor.  The computer has eliminated the need for paper.  Also, there is no longer a need to put film into my camera, Today’s cameras no longer require it.

Algorithms are eliminating our need to think.  Information is calculated and processed faster than you can say abracadabra.

Alexa has eliminated Funk & Wagnall’s and email makes the Post Office look like The Pony Express.  Snap Chat, Zoom, emoji and Texting has removed us from each other.

We are the things being processed.  We are tracked, scanned and followed every minute of the day.  Our cars communicate with satellites.  We are interrupted with questions and left with multiple choice responses, poor, good, very good, excellent.  And by the way, there isn’t a human at the other end reviewing your answers. 

Your supermarket, drug store and Mr. Fry are very familiar with what you buy and how often.  You are sent coupons designed to bring you back into the store.  Douglas Fry is not a social worker who will help you when you run amuck.  He is not the prison psychologist you spill everything to.  

Douglas Fry doesn’t care about you.  He is a figment, a shadow that doesn’t require the sun.  He is that running commentary in your head.  He is the one telling you you’re being followed.  He is a feeling of impending doom, as well as your personal look-out, and at this moment in time you believe him to be two steps ahead of you.  He is not.  

There is a system in place that will soon eliminate Douglas Fry altogether, and once he is gone you will better understand Mother Nature’s sense of urgency in removing us from this planet.

 

Abracadabra -

Game Over