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In Polk County, Flordia, patrons are using an old piece of tech in a new and boring way: library vending machines. The vending machines despense books and DVDs to patrons who want the satisfaction of self-checkout and the promise of never interacting with humans. I find this an encouraging endevour, sefishly because I too do not wish to enteract with other humans. Also, I hear books read better when they have been dropped often.
There is a downside to this, however. As one more step to the global robotic apolcalypse, these machines represent an awarness that literature and film is disposable as a candy bar. Soon, carnivals nation wide will be littered with the tattered remains of Steinbeck and Twain as we quickly comsume fattening fiction to otherwise sate our non-existant lives. I do not wish to rant, but I feel these machines will trivialize the most important calamity in our great nation: fast fiction addiction. Quickly pumping fiction from a machine instead of walking into the stacks and searching is the first step in allowing libraries to be nothing more than a wasteland, a laundrymat of convience where knowledge is not earned, it is purchased. Nature will reclaim the stacks, wild animals running free in the reference section until one lone hunter stands tall in the computer lab, searching over the hunched backs of his bretherin to find himself wanting. Where will it end?
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