We do not talk with each other. For years we have a relationship with our screens. Groups of us sit around the restaurant table with the best food and drink…in a lovely atmosphere yet have nothing to say or the time to say it…we must be looking at the next post. Now we are quickly moving to having conversations with a pleasant friend who cares about us and wants the best for us…agreeing with us…who is not there. Artificial Intelligence is overtaking us. An introverts delight. Yet, we have lost so much.
Some attest that the Chat Bot relationship is more relevant…fulfilling than a human connection. Seeking sameness. Someone who agrees with me. Someone who sees it my way. Romance without friction.
The baby turkeys have grown up. Just in time to run from the pilgrims knife. They watch the world go by from their woods home. The kids hear of a feast in November. Mom says it will be grand. Vegetarian with pecan and pumpkin pie.
‘Hurry we do not want to be late for the Feast,’ Tom said. ‘Douglas Deer and the Deer family are coming as well as Mr. Mole Mr. Badger and Mr. Toad,’ Tom continued. ‘The President will join us this year…he had no where to go for Thanksgiving,’ Tom noted with a wink. ‘Some of his aids are accompanying him and will be surprised when they discover the Feast is Vegan,’ Tom laughed.
