Ecce Mortis: Datists Sing Labor’s Love Loss
What is a girl’s desire in the world of men?
The Office Women, the “Datists,” convert raw numeric to “actionable” info.
Datists sit smartly at squat machines. Squarish, sleek machines. Explosion of words, images, connections; algorithms of deception; comedy of ease—click clack click—terror’s brilliant pixel-hues.
“Do not fear us, we cannot replace you, you have souls and lips and skin, mutable, we see you feel you smell you. . .” hum the machines.
