Granted, I’m typing on a computer, beaming these words from the kitchen bar where I’m drinking coffee, over the wifi, across the great beyond to my website, which dutifully records and posts them somewhere, and presumably you are out there somewhere, reading this on a device of your choosing, a laptop or phone, reading line after line against the glare of an LED screen.
But I am a human, and so are you.
At least, dear readers, that’s true for most of you, or hopefully much of you. There’s an analytics plugin installed on my website that suggests at least a handful of you are bots. Not actual robots, of course, just a thing that scrapes my site, which I think means makes a copy, tucking it away somewhere. It conjures up a funny idea that out in the electron cloud that is this website and all the websites in existence, I have a little devoted following of robot readers. A robot fan club, perhaps. And that they occasionally stop by to see what I’ve been up to.
