I’m sitting and typing in the office with eleven computers and no sign of human life. If you had told me two years ago that this would happen to me, I would have laughed in your face; “yeah right, buddy,” I would have said. I was a technophobe, and, like all technophobes, I thought that computers were the enemy of “real life”. I’m sorry to admit that I still don’t really know what “real life” is, but at that time it had something to do with adventure. When I was just a sophomore in college and not a certified Cynic, the possibility of everything that was outside of my dank dorm room was always exhilarating. The outdoors meant the promise of sunshine, meeting hot girls, a chance to travel?.
You see where this is going.
Everything is on the web; and everything on the web, we’re led to believe, is of better quality, more impressive, and cheaper. I don’t really care about the first two things I like things cheap. So do you. And if I have to fly fifth class in someone’s luggage on a cargo plane to get to Bali for $400, you better believe I’m going to do it.
This is where computers come in. They’re smarter than us. They’re faster us. And they break less then us. Who you gonna trust? Travel agents are old — I Want That Flight! is in.
