computers [Theme] Page 3

Computer world, too perfect to be real.

And when this "machine" one day will stop, people who previously communicated exclusively by means of computers, dies from a sudden silence, pure sun and the intensity of their own, unfiltered sensory perception. They die from an overdose of life.

- Requires the Secretary. Computer knowledge.
- Do you have computer knowledge?
- The minimum.
- Word, Excel?
- Solitaire, minesweeper.

That's what will achieve the programmers are to computer, like a man who thought only about money!

When writers have mastered the computer, the geese have finally lost faith in himself.

- How do you machine? I've accidentally erased everything...
But it's simple to restore. It's like a typewriter with memory!
- This is just scary. One memory and no memory...

The brain is a gigantic neural, several thousand times more complex than any computer designed by man for 2000 from non-biological elements.

Intuition is only peculiar to humans. Despite the ability of fast data processing and high speed computing, the ability to write to the computer is missing. The device can not compare two things that seem completely unrelated.

Thirty years ago, computers were at work, then they were at home, and now - in our pockets. They just have to get inside us.

Computer - area of freedom. Freedom from censorship, but sometimes - alas - from the grammar rules. ... Never before in front of our eyes were not such a number of illiterate texts. The errors that existed previously only in private correspondence, are now available to the public. They assimilated and replicated.

The computers are useless. They can only give answers.

People have taught a computer to do complicated calculations. But can we teach a computer to enjoy the beauty of roses, the sound of music... or the love of another person?

Computers can be reprogrammed, imperfect machines redesigned... But the people is quite another matter.

Human life is a computer, some configured for communication with Space, and someone cut off from the outside network written on the package the laptop with three daddies - "career", "family", well, maybe "love" and daddy, scraps of texts, all completely stolen from each other...