When communication graduated into telecommunication, people have become less human. We have become a country that is so desperate, or so it seems, to communicate with one another. We rack up phone bills. We hog dark corners in computer shops to chat away the hours. We have unearthed otherwise unheard of terminologies such as VoiP. We sacrifice a month's pay just to acquire yet another cellphone model. We sacrifice our snack budget just to be able to purchase a pre-paid load card. We have suddenly become so obsessed to communicate that it has replaced our good old premiums and priorities.
The downside of it all is dark and sickening. In some police files, the blotter contents can be hilariously sad:
There are teens who actually prostitute their bodies so they can earn a fast buck to buy cellphone pre-paid load.
Women who realized their cherished dream to come face-to-face with their chatmates from another time zone actually end up dead because they unwittingly hooked up with serial murderers and thrill killers.
Some people have ended up robbed, held up, even dead, when they finally get to "eyeball" with their textmates.
Some women have been victims of blackmail by their chatmates because they went a little too far revealing themselves on webcams.
Social networks such as Friendster are actually used as recruitment mechanism of illegal gangs and nefarious fraternities.
Just when we thought we have advanced as a people do we come to stumble upon the fact that we have actually become less of humans. Or do we even realize that?
For some, no matter. They are too much in a hurry to finish their chores so they can resume chatting on the Net with that "special someone" from far away whose romantic, even sexual, overtures make a whole day's burden worth a beautiful life. Most, if not all, have their fingers steadily cocked on cellphone keypads, ready to text their lives away.
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