Last year, I was on a twin-engine plane coming from Milwaukee to New York City. Just over La Guardia, one of the engines conked out and we started to drop straight down, flipping over and over. Then the other engine died: and we went completely out of control. New York City started getting taller and taller. A voice came over the intercom and said:nn Our pilot has informed us that we are about to attempt a crash landing.n Please extinguish all cigarettes. Place your tray tables in their upright, locked position.nn Your Captain says: Please do not panic.n Your Captain says: Place your head in your hands.n Captain says: Place your head on your knees.n Captain says: Put your hands on your head. Put your hands on your knees! (heh-heh)nnThis is your Captain.nHave you lost your dog?nWe are going down.nWe are all going down, together.nnAs it turned out, we were caught in a downdraft and rammed into a bank. It was, in short, a miracle. But afterwards I was terrified of getting onto planes. The moment I started walking down that aisle, my eyes would clamp shut and I would fall into a deep, impenetrable sleep.nn(YOU DON’T WANT TO SEE THIS ...nYOU DON’T WANT TO BE HERE ...nHAVE YOU LOST YOUR DOG?)nn Finally, I was able to remain conscious, but I always had to go up to the forward cabin and ask the stewardesses if I could sit next to them: “Hi! Uh, mind if I join you?” They were always rather irritated--“Oh, all right (what a baby)”--and I watched their uniforms crack as we made nervous chitchat.n Sometimes even this didn’t work, and I’d have to find one of the other passengers to talk to. You can spot these people immediately. There’s one on every flight. Someone who’s really on _your_ wavelength.n I was on a flight from L.A. when I spotted one of them, sitting across the aisle. A girl, about fifteen. And she had this stuffed rabbit set up on her tray table and she kept arranging and rearranging the rabbit and kind of waving to it: “Hi!”n “Hi there!”n And I decided: This is the one _I_ want to sit next to. So I sat down and we started to talk and suddenly I realized she was speaking an entirely different language. Computerese.n A kind of high-tech lingo.n Everything was circuitry, electronics, switching.n If she didn’t understand something, it just “didn’t scan.”n We talked mostly about her boyfriend. This guy was never in a bad mood. He was in a bad mode.n Modey kind of a guy.n The romance was apparently kind of rocky and she kept saying: “Man oh man you know like it’s so digital!” She just meant the relationship was on again, off again.nnAlways two things switching.nCurrent runs through bodies and then it doesn’t.nIt was a language of sounds, of noise, of switching, of signals.nIt was the language of the rabbit, the caribou, the penguin, the beaver.nA language of the past.nCurrent runs through bodies and then it doesn’t.nOn again.nOff again.nAlways two things switching.nOne thing instantly replaces another.nnIt was the language of the Future.nnPut your knees up to your chin.nHave you lost your dog?nPut your hands over your eyes.nnJump out of the plane.nThere is no pilot.nYou are not alone.nnThis is the language of the on-again off-again future.nAnd it is Digital.nnAnd I answered the phone and I heard a voice and the voice said: n Please do not hang up.n We know who you are.n Please do not hang up. n We know what you have to say.n Please do not hang up.n We know what you want.n Please do not hang up.n We’ve got your number:n One ...n Two ...n Three ...n Four.