Someone on the street stopped me today.

"Are you a Dell or an Apple? Or are you maybe a Mitsubishi?"

She tried to make small talk. This is a practice that never ceased to appall me. Discussing the weather seems so redundant. Quarreling over future events is even worse to me than repetition.

"Neither," I said.

She was asking about the navigation system microchip she presumably thought was imbedded in the soles of my shoes or in the lens of my sunglasses. Dell means cheap. Apple means difficult to manage. Mitsubishi means accurate.

"You can't possibly have one of those ancient Macintosh chips?"

Macintosh means you are either too poor to get a Dell or too old to bother learning how to work a Mitsubishi or Apple.

"I don't have that either."

She appeared puzzled, like she was trying to work out one of the old crossword puzzles. But she wouldn't even know what those even were. Nobody did, not anymore.

"Then what do you have?"

I paused. Her persistence that I must have a system of some sort depressed me. It shocked me a bit too. It shouldn't. I've seen so much of it, but it still does. My tinted and mirrored sunglasses combined with my trench coat were usually forbidding enough that they stopped these people from approaching me. These people. My people. They were my people until they stopped being people anyway.

"I have a soul," I said, " And I have feelings then what my Prozac bottle says I should."

She frowned. She thought a 'soul' was a new system's name. She thought I was a test trial participant. It was the Prozac bottle part that troubled her. She, like everyone else in this world, has a robotic house. The same programs turn her lights on and off, play nature music with wind chimes and birds chirping, and tell her to take two yellow pills from the blue bottle every morning. She had probably never even read the stupid label. She has probably never read anything. Never heard of Dickens or Tolkien. Never seen a newspaper article. Never learned anything except how to apply make up. How to do her hair. How to operate technology. The technology that killed humanity. If only they knew how infuriating their lack of intelligence is. If only they knew something. But they don't know anything.

Yay! Ha, take that language arts teacherI'm good for something other than poetry and rants!! Anyway, I know it's short and unclear at this point. Just stay with me and be patient. All will be explained in time. Thanks for reading. Please review!!!