Where Are You? by Don Tassone

“What do you think it was?” she typed.
“I don’t know,” he typed in response. “Maybe Facebook. Maybe the iPhone. Maybe the Internet itself.”
“They were supposed to bring us together.”
“Yeah, I know. That’s the irony.”
“I still can’t believe it. How could we be on the brink of extinction?”
“Well, when you don’t need to see anyone anymore, when you forget how to talk with people, when you forget what it’s like to look into someone’s eyes, it’s kind of hard to reproduce.”
“I guess you’re right.”
They both sat still, staring at their screens.
“Where are you?”