Reading The Times’ Circuits section invariably causes a single metallic tear to vent from my society-integration hardware, wetting my dome. Sometimes it’s from the cognitive trauma of trying to parse whether or not they’re even talking about technology anymore or just repurposing old articles from the Steamer Tramp Watch column or something, but sometimes — rare, precious times — I get misty as I watch them discover something for the first time, as a retarded child waking from a coma would marvel at a flower, or toilet paper, fawning over and cuddling and gleefully showing the new technology to us. This week’s blissful bursting into awareness? Motherfucking USB. Awwww. (Thanks to the Circuits team’s case worker, Jeff.)
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