Bright

By Peter J.

He stared at the computer. The screen was at full brightness, the white light hugging his eyes with its glue-like power. Simple machine. Simple humans. He wasn’t thinking of anything, just reading with a blank expression as the words were lost in their journey, never making it past the white screen.

If a bomb dropped on the desk, and it exploded, with wood and metal pieces strewn across the vicinity, it wouldn’t affect his fascination with the glow.

Humans aren’t getting any smarter. We’re devolving, returning to the moth-like creatures we once were.

Ding! Oops, one second. I got an email.