Will it Fly?

I often wonder if it would make interesting reading if I wrote about the indignity of being managed by and for machines. We may have bristled and, on a bad day, may still bristle, but we have been tamed to sit through endless phone message chains to reach a human, some of which wind up being mobius strips that bring you back to where you started. No human. Try again. Or not.

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