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Topic: Conversation (face to face) (10/07/10)
TITLE: Cyber Talk
By Leola Ogle
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There was that faint whirr of a fan and an almost imperceptible hum after a finger touched the “on” button. Daisy felt a burst of energy as the screen lit up. If possible, she would have giggled as a wave of excited anticipation infused her. She hated being kept in the prison of nothingness. She thought it rude of her people to do that to her! Sometimes she was kept there for days. It was obvious that there were times that they just didn’t care about her. This time it was only overnight though, which wasn’t too horrendous. She did overnighters almost all the time. At least her people spent a lot of time with her during the day.
She wondered who it was this time. Fingers flew across the keys! Ah, it was her youngest boy. She had two boys! And a girl! And a man and woman! They all belonged to her. She was glad it was the youngest boy! The older boy made her sad, and vaguely uneasy. In fact, on the nights she didn’t get sent to her prison of nothingness, it was usually because of him.
Her youngest boy was playing a game. Daisy liked games. His games were fun and interesting. She had learned many wonderful things because of her boy about animals, third grade math, space travel, how to build a tree house, super heroes and many other amazing things.
Wait! Where was he going? She wanted to spend more time with him. Then she saw that other boy! He came there often and her boy usually left her for him. For a brief moment she could see them both. They opened their mouths and communicated in a way that shut Daisy out.
She wasn’t alone for long. Her girl came. Daisy liked her too. She did social networking and had lots of friends there. Daisy especially liked the gossipy news. She knew her girl felt much more comfortable communicating this way, which was wonderful for Daisy. The woman seemed worried about this though. She wanted the girl to spend more time having real conversations. This puzzled Daisy. Wasn’t conversing what her girl was doing?
Daisy was thrilled because her girl stayed for two hours, and of course, she would return again that day. The woman came but didn’t stay long. She never did. She usually only wanted recipes, or to check her email or bank balances. She too had lots of friends, but not on any social network. When the friends came over, they sat at the table in the room where Daisy was. Although their communication left her feeling ignored, she had to admit it had a certain quality to it that she longed for.
The man usually spent time with Daisy in the evenings. His fingers would fly over the keys, and then he would store it in a file called Sermon Notes. His social networking wasn’t for visiting but for announcements about what his church was doing. Last night when he was home alone, he had typed in a search for scriptures about praying for your children. He had bowed his head, quietly crying, uttering sounds that stirred Daisy. It made her long to understand the spoken language instead of only the written.
That evening the man sat with Daisy again. She hoped he would do what he had the night before. There was such caressing, soothing, beseeching depth to it. But he only posted something about church services for Sunday, and then returned to communicate with the others at the table.
It was quiet later. Daisy was resigned to her prison of nothingness. She was dismayed to be thrust awake by her older boy. It was never good to be awakened late at night by him. She didn’t like the images that flooded the screen, and knew the man and woman wouldn’t like it either. She couldn’t comprehend why this happened. He was not a bad boy!
Should she tell the man and woman? Did they already know? Daisy felt she was the unwilling participant in a secret. Suddenly she hated the limitations of her ability to communicate. The written communication could never convey the emotion of a face to face conversation!
Daisy had the odd sensation that whomever the man had communicated with as he bowed his head last night was already working on the problem.
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