The sharing economy

Recently I had the opportunity to travel to India for work. Despite the assault on the senses that stoned backpackers would describe as "a new experience", there was a singular thing that I found to be extraordinary. Part of my travels took me to Chennai, a land that's supposed to be part of the progressive new India, but where any tourist who does not know Tamil may as well be deaf and mute (read as: me). Even at the international airport, where you would expect a modicum of English to be learnt, I had to "converse" with the taxi hire service by gesticulating wildly and repeatedly injecting the name of my hotel into the conversation.

It was at the hotel in Chennai however, that I discovered my Uber account was a global one, operable even in this primeval abyss. I had merely to enter my destination and fate would do the rest. At auto-rickshaw rates to boot. What a truly remarkable time to be alive, where all human discourse is slowly becoming eliminated. I hope our children should appreciate the things that they will inevitably take for granted.

I look forward to the day when all services are yielded at the touch of a few buttons, and human conversation is reduced to two simple phrases: "Thank You" and "Go Fuck Yourself".