So it seemed like a theme: cyber gossip. The deceptive ease with which rumour and innuendo slip through the social networks and make it appear to us that we are talking as much to ourselves as to another person because the recipients are remote, invisible; because it is our fingers tapping out patterns on little screens held close to our chests, and our voices confined to the space between the phone and our lips.
And then the discovery that our words and our thoughts have been given some sort of electronic equivalent of the cosmic push that is accelerating the galaxies away from each other and what we imagined was such a clever and insighful personal opinion shared with just one other like-minded soul was really another digital signal in the head of the machine that was leaning thoughtfully towards us, listening, recording, ready to transmit and transmit and transmit...
And then the discovery that our words and our thoughts have been given some sort of electronic equivalent of the cosmic push that is accelerating the galaxies away from each other and what we imagined was such a clever and insighful personal opinion shared with just one other like-minded soul was really another digital signal in the head of the machine that was leaning thoughtfully towards us, listening, recording, ready to transmit and transmit and transmit...