The Black Cadillac (Ch 1)

It was unusually quiet this morning. I wondered what time it might be, as if that mattered anymore. There was no work to go to---the computer on my night stand could be seen as nothing but a dark rectangle--I reached out to touch it----dead of course, just a shiny black compact--of no use. It felt so smooth--I used to refer to it as my "black cadillac"---It went with me everywhere--or should I say I went with it. This society, I must admit, had become so dependant on our computers that we belonged to them rather than the other way around--And here my life sits before me--lifeless as a black cadillac---but useless--all that time, wasted. Everything I had written was locked up in that lifeless thing. Pages and pages of information, stories and pictures--all inaccessible. The future looked grim....