Snarls of wires and cables litter several places in our home. At night, many little lights gleam at us in the darkness. Kit and I have finally moved into the techno age.

Our transition became necessary. Today you can’t seem to do anything without logging in. We conduct finances, shop, order services, pay bills, review medical test results, attend meetings, and communicate all online. We are connected to nearly a hundred websites–most having their own login requirements–necessary for what we need. Our passwords become obsolete on some sites and must be changed. Other sites are constantly “improving” or, in other words, once you figure out how to use it, everything changes and you start over.

To our surprise, Kit and I have learned to do remarkable things. We can create graphics to exacting requirements, place bids for advertising space, format and publish print, Kindle, and audio books, program controllers, manipulate pixels, create and use hot spots, generate QR codes, take online payments, pay taxes, navigate past various scams, apply for licenses, link financial accounts, transfer money online, and conduct research.

Flush with success, we arranged TV service through the internet and cut the cable . Rather than pay for two cell phone SIM cards, we figured out how to make calls on Drew’s tablet using wifi.

Pandora’s box has been opened. Artificial intelligence won’t matter. We’re already slaves to our technology. I’m asking God to keep computers out of heaven.

Drew