So I’m on a 737 full of live humans bound for Chicago Midway. We’re all getting settled in for a quite brief flight of only two hours. The flight attendant makes her usual announcements and then casually mentions that the aircraft wifi is not working.
About 1/3 of the plane gasps in frustration or offers a bunch of “ohh”s. Kind of like if you’re at a hockey game, and the home team fires a shot that just misses and clangs off the pipe, and the whole hometown crowd yells “ohh”. That’s what the plane sounded like.
I shook my head, and continued to read my paper magazine who’s design was originally modeled in 1632. Apparently folks can’t do without access to the Internets for a whole two hours. The Giant Octopi are pleased. They’ve got humanity wrapped around their little finger.
At the time of this incident, Bezos, Zucky, and all the other Giant Octopi goons suddenly got the urge to smile. They didn’t know why, but I did.
Gee wiz people, read a book, talk to somebody, stare at the back of the tray table and let your mind wander. Anything at all will do. But do please unplug from time to time.