It was quite scary, and yet I never got around to blogging it – way back in July of this year, 2014. Probably because I didn’t understand it – it felt totally alien to me.
One of the banks I work with had given me two tickets to the Macy’s Musical Festival and Paul Brown Stadium for July 25. So I asked my friend Maxine – a whole bunch of us used to go all the time to what most folk still call The Jazz Festival. So we are sitting in great seats, enjoying After 7, when Maxine nudged me and pointed with her head to our right.
And there it was – a drone. Sitting in the air on the outside edge of the stadium, blinking to itself, looking like a kid’s toy. Except, of course, it wasn’t. It was a drone. So mechanistic, so totally un-human. So totally unable to be communicated with.
If armed, it could simply have singled us out, and knocked our Selves / Souls off the planet, leaving the remnants of our physical bodies.
As, of course, has happened already to many folk in other parts of the world.
I do not like drones, Sam-I-Am.