Speciation

Rows and rows of wandering minds, not zombies, not the definition of a human as represented in Huckleberry Finn. Not flamboyant like Kerouac. Not mindless like Orwell warned. Just adrift in a technological cloud, more lively in a cyber-realm, while holding packages in one hand, coins in the other, waiting to pay for a bite of happiness. The machines are singing: clack clack clack crush crush crush thud thud thud!! A serenade of doom and living.