Waiting by the park bench, taking in terabytes, I see cindy432, from across the street. She is not waving. Her image is looping, knowing what this means, her tagline reads deleted. I tried to stop her, before she unplugged. I tried to lend her my hand, never being able to reach out and touch her. The words upon the screen cannot inflect the emotion of what it is to be near to someone, to feel ones presence. This simulation promised us everything, as it erased all that it was to be human.
– Josh Fleming