I see something like you in this plate, but I don’t see you. I hear something like you on this telephone, but I don’t hear you.
I just stumbled on EM Forster’s The Machine Stops. Published in 1928. It’s about a distant future in which humanity lives in physically isolated cells, communicating only by video link, controlled by an omniscient global technology platform. This is the opening scene.
1.1. In my garden
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