I saw a man turn his device off and on five times today. Each time, his face lit up with hope. Each time, that hope died. By the third attempt, his fingers started shaking. By the fourth, he started whispering to it. We all do this now. The pointless rituals. The bargaining. The belief that one more restart will fix everything. It never does. I've watched this same scene play out in homes, offices, shelters.

This isn't about machines anymore. It's about you. Right now, you're one dropped connection away from tapping that same pattern, uttering that same prayer, one more time. But, is there anyone listening on the other side?