Amy lives in the all-too near future, 2022, dating and relating in the city.
Tedious chores such as answering emails, communicating real feelings, or making everyday decisions have been automated for convenience, and 'the auto', or excessively-smartphone, is indispensable. So far, so fun, until she discovers one day that she is not as young, free and single as she imagined. Astonishingly, she is in a 'relationship' with an unknown man, chosen by her auto, and is in fact shackled to the auto itself.
Trapped in a mechanized nightmare, where every move she makes leads in the same direction, she soon finds, like the housewives of the '50s with their newfangled mechanical helpers, life can be far tougher with the machine than without. Wasn't the computer originally intended to make processing information easier and faster? Naturally, we all spend a minimum of time using it. Ahem.
She is caught on a möbius strip of love, and there is no way off... Or is there?
I enjoyed it very much.
The lingering unease is disturbing, but of course this dystopian vision would never materialize. I could give up my phone any time.