Second Skin May 16th, 2008
“Who do you imagine I am when we make love?”
The question was hardly a surprise. In simpler days it meant a
looming divorce, but not today. Not in an age where fantasy became
reality at the touch of a button. Or a thought.
“You don’t answer. What’s wrong?”
No one was themselves anymore. It was ironic, given how people had
behaved in the past. Back when it was cool to complain in forums and
blogs that technology would isolate humanity. The irony was lost on
us then, as it was now.
“Talk to me.” Her aura was red. Not good.
People today appeared as you imagined them. Augmented eyes created
supermodel bodies on frumpy frames. No one exercised. They didn’t
need to.
The irony was that technology still isolated us, even as it brought
us back together. Physical contact was restored, but the extra coat
of paint made us more alone than ever.
“I pretend it’s you,” I said, tiring of the ritually completely.
Her aura turned bright blue. Happy.
I imaged her as the housewife from next door, and she was.
J. Brendan Loftus
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