Despair Came Over Her, As It Will

Someday It'll All Be Done By Machine. Information Machines.

What Sort Of An Age Is This Where A Man Becomes One's Enemy Only When His Back Is Turned?

Someday She Might Replace Whatever Of Her Had Gone Away By Some Prosthetic Device, A Dress Of A Certain Color, A Phrase In A Letter, Another Lover.

The General Public Has Long Been Divided Into Two Parts; Those Who Think That Science Can Do Anything And Those Who Are Afraid It Will.

But As With Maxwell's Demon, So Now. Either She Could Not Communicate, Or He Did Not Exist.