Im working on a handwritten note.
Please don’t ignore me, and critique away!
Dear Who I Could Of Been,
Happy 300th Birthday,
I’ve been living in applications everyday.
I’m told houses, built by humans will replace our robots.
It’s hard to imagine life without a robot. The sexting, on-line dating keeps misery at a distance. I’m told romance will no longer be something to read about, and humans will fall in love.
To fall forward into a time when humans will use their lips to kiss. Internets of occupations will be replaced by human affections. I’m told lyricists will earn the largest income; trained to sing from human throat.
The throat is voicebox for words. I am told that computers, cell phones, and wi-fi will be sold as re-sale, a tinkers pastime toy.
The breath of humans will freely live in homes, make body- love narrate stories, sing songs, and play a lot.
Will you up from the grave to join me?
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