Computers are marvelous things. All that calculating power and dumber than building supplies. There is no thought, just do or don’t do. I can sit at a computer all day, pouring out a life’s story, rich with details that is sadly not my own and the machine will accept it without a care.
Of course there are people who care, people who program computers to ask the right questions, verify my humanity, check against database after database to ensure my story is valid. I have a theory. It’s not the programmers manipulating the computers but the computers making them think in boxes, procedures and step-by-step instructions, to think like a computer. When they do that, they leave gaps because life isn’t squares is it. It’s lumpy odd shapes that work well together face to face but not when they’re just facts on a database record.
Anyway, I enjoy the power of computers, the ability to get between, behind, beneath and around systems and make them work for me. Human systems too, they all have their betweens, behind, beneaths and arounds.
A Strange Life 