Humankind will ultimately become a prisoner of his technology

To my beloved daughter,

I am writing to you whilst confined within these white walls which express so called mental instability. Coerced to contemplate my wrongdoings, I have come to a realisation. The sole meaning of humanity has altered, potentially for the worse. So, what does being a human actually mean anymore? Are we no longer considered humane?

Twenty years ago on that fateful night, I was apprehended whilst strolling through the neighbourhood to sedate myself after losing fifty thousand dollars. Absolutely nothing would erase the guilt from my conscience. A police car approached me which was a rare sight indeed. Asked for my occupation, I answered writer, but since literature had ceased to exist, my answer rendered me unemployed. Incredulous as it may sound, but strolling around the neighbourhood instead of being infatuated with and watching television demonstrates antisocial and subversive behaviour. Being classified as a sociopath, I was forced to receive rehabilitation at the Psychiatric Centre for Research on Regressive Tendencies. Technology has deemed me unfit to live in society; hence life in ‘rehabilitation’ is where I will spend the remainder of my days.

From the moment that you are brought into this world, you will come to realise that our race is no longer alone on this planet. Technology has been integrated into our daily lives to the point where we are no longer fit to survive without their presence. Our infatuation with technology may have paved the pathway for humanity to become prisoners of technology.

Unused and unmaintained, the sidewalk has shattered, with grass reaching for the limitless sky. Comparatively, society has begun to crumble. There is no longer a necessity to leave your home to b...

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...m that is slowly eating away at us. Is this where humanity will cease to exist?

With the civil war between the cyborgs and the humans raging, the air is saturated with the crushed hopes and dreams of the innocent. A tacenda passed between us; a thousand words brimming at our tongues, yet each other knew better than to speak the million bitter truths that lie ahead. Tenaciously, both sides refuse to yield, precipitating full scale attacks on the virtuous. Once almighty buildings standing tall and proud are now losing their balance, clutching onto their knee as they hit the ground.

With living conditions so poor, my fragile body is on its last few breaths. Consequently, this will be my last letter to you, my daughter. I am sentenced to permanent abyss of absolute darkness and solitude. Prepare yourself for oblivion amidst the serenity.

Farewell,

Leonard Mead