The Blinking Cursor

That's not all that's gone...

When I have grandkids, I imagine we’ll have conversations like this:

Me: Back in my day, we stared at glowing rectangles with a tiny line blinking at us.
Grandkid: The line… blinked?
Me: Yeah. It just sat there. Mocking us until we typed something.
Grandkid: You typed? Like… with fingers?
Me: Yep. Words didn’t generate themselves. We had to imagine them first.
Grandkid: What’s “imagine”?
Me: It’s what we did before autocomplete had opinions.