I'm surrounded by devices meant for communication. I check my phone habitually, updating myself on what's going on everywhere, at all times.
I'm studying the means of accelerating human communications. It's only now that I realize - what's the point?
The means are there. The message isn't.
The phone is proof enough. A fistful of cash a month for the reassurance that everything is fine and I'm not needed anywhere.
It's akin to being a telepath, but all I hear is noise. Nothing useful. I'm attuned; in communion. But all that's out there is pointless static.
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