It was raining. I went into a cafe and asked for a coffee. 1 I was waiting for my drink, I realized there were other people in the place, but I sensed loneliness. I saw their bodies, but I couldn't feel their souls because their souls belonged to the 2.
I stood up and walked between the tables. When I came to the biggest computer, I saw a thin, small man 3 in front of it. "I'm Steve," he finally answered after I asked him a couple of times what his name was. "I can't talk with you. I'm 4," he said. He was chatting online and, at the same time, he was playing a computer game-a war game. I was 5.
6 didn't Steve want to talk with me? I tried again to speak to that computer geek (怪人), but not a word came out of 7 mouth. I touched his shoulder, but no reaction (反应). I was unhappy. I put my hand in front of the monitor, and he started to shout, "Leave me alone!" I took a few steps back, wondering if all those people in the cafe were looking at me. I 8 my head but nobody showed any interest.
At the moment, I realized that the people there were having a nice conversation with their 9, not with people. They were more interested in having a relationship with the computer, particularly Steve. I wouldn't want to imagine the future of human beings if they preferred sharing their lives with machines better 10 people.
