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Ah, yes, there are indeed moments when it could be said of me:

‘She is of little faith’

Never about my Maker, never that, but often and more and more frequently about interference in my computer interactions and WiFi.

I have absolutely no technical background, and can only speak as a frail and admittedly elderly (although I loathe the description) female who is addicted to the internet,

My iPad and new MacAir consume a good part of my day, both utilizing research and adding to the long planned novel. And now it seemingly appears I have a subtle, invisible invader into the once private network.

My imagination leapfrogs back to the words of Shirley Jackson, “The Haunting of Hill House,” and of course is not parallel to her story in any way

Rather I then remember curiosity about the term, “St, Vitus Dance,” which I overheard in youth. Today it could quite precisely describe the affliction both my tablet and computer currently suffer.

But, while I am traumatized by the weird changes in what I constantly try to remember, ARE robots; I AM the human.

Then suddenly, when the interference or invasion of my communication seemingly disappears, I become complacent and therein lies the danger.

Because one day the message may read:

“I AM the robot, and you ARE only human.”