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I War Gamed This in the ’70s. Now It’s Real

I War Gamed This in the ’70s. Now It’s Real

In the 1970s, I was in my 20s and locked in a long-running play-by-mail war game with a group of friends. It was one of those sprawling, imagination-fueled strategy games—light on rules, heavy on consequences. My fictitious country wasn’t the biggest or the boldest,...
Screen Zombies at Lunch, AI at the Gate

Screen Zombies at Lunch, AI at the Gate

There he was—a preteen kid, hunched over a laptop in the middle of a family lunch, hammering away at a low-rent Mario knockoff like his life depended on it. He didn’t touch his food. Didn’t speak. Didn’t look up. When the battery finally gave out, his mother passed...
Mystery Meat and the American Malaise

Mystery Meat and the American Malaise

I remember school lunches the way you remember your first heartbreak—with equal parts nostalgia and indigestion. Back in the day, our cafeteria cooks had access to five-pound blocks of government cheese that came in plain brown cartons—USDA surplus with a side of...