the geeks who will invent the future seem unconcerned with the now
The smart, modern boys who’ll shepherd satellites and parent sly AI - live blocks away and spend sunny afternoons with digital zombies. I talked with one - once, I think, he mumbled some strange techno-English. He was pale and skittish but attractive In a shy, goth way. “Who are you voting for?” he stared blankly, “for prom court??” he stared blankly. “Madison’s nice, I say", handing him a ballot, *He checks her name* “Thanks!”
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