60 Years Are Too Many. 1984 continued...

         26 May

        I wanted to end on Breakfast Club because it flowed so well, but technically that came out in 1985.

        But Terminator came out in 1984. 

        And unlike the current billionaire oligarch class, I did not see that movie as a "How To" manual. I was concerned. As a human being should be.

        As such, I refuse ANY AI interactions. At All. I barely use google. I need to switch to the search engine that helps rescue dogs.

        But honestly, who among the six of you who read this really noticed or cared that I quoted a movie that was not released until 1985. I mean for realsies. It's "our" movie, we don't argue over the relevancy of its quotes being used in an imagined 1984 re-enactment in Lakewood Colorado by a washed up theatre teacher who struggles with people who encourntered her in high school claiming she hissed at them.

        I never hissed, and you're hurting my feelings.

        Back to computers. Skynet. I had a flip phone for two years longer than anyone else, and when I was forced to give it up I got a slider phone. It wasn't until much, much later---when they stopped making the sliders and flips---that my family bullied me into an iPhone. Bullied. Straight up. UGH. I insist on using it only to text and post on facebook. I will not add any aps...apps...how many "p's"? Who cares. It's ridiculous and I won't do it.

        Except for the one stupid app I need to get paid by the pony school. 

        But That's It.

        You need additional codes to add any apps, and they are tied to Jim's phone and I refuse to learn them so I can't add anything.

        What was my point?

        Skynet.

        Yes. Thank you.

        Their data centers are going to dehydrate all of us, and their robots will put us out of work. Why are they celebrating a robot that can sort packages? It will replace workers. Once workers are replaced, they have no job. No job is no money to buy things that would be put into packages and shipped.

        I cannot possibly be the only person who sees this.

        Which brings us to 60 years old, and 1984. Which we are clearly living through again, because nobody took any of the warnings to heart and believed Superman would save us.

        He is not going to save us. We're screwed.

        Remind me to buy a lawn chair for the back of my car.

                Scene.