As of today, I don't have a cell phone. I've never had one. I don't want to. They're a waste, an equivalent to an annoying friend or a fastidious wanna be lover. They should turn phone addicts into zombies so the cancer won't spread, just like the book by Stephen King. I'm sure Martin Cooper regrets his contribution a bit after now.
They used to be a symbol of progress when it was progress being done. That was back when they looked more like a tough man's radio than a little kid's electronic toy. Back then they were really something. It showed that people were moving on with communications. Now, they're more of an excuse to do something alone than a real gadget. I wish cell phones would self destruct!
The way they are, they're smarter than most of their users. They seem to possess some sort of nasty hypnotizing power that the weak minded fall into. I have to clarify they're good for business. For the business of the cell phone companies, that is.
They trap people into meaningless conversations. They update people of others' details, whether or not you want to know. They drive some into leaving their accompanist into feeling alone. They can drive someone mad. They cause cancer. They are cancer.
Cell phones are a distraction to the important parts of life. The parts that don't come often, the one's that don't do what they're supposed to. I really have a sort of allergy to these things. They have no real sense of assistance. I hate them.
Even the great movie Powder said so. It’s become appallingly clear that our technology has surpassed our humanity.
