SURTALCHILGAAN DEER DARAHAD ARILJ KINO GARNA.
The force of friendship and passion can’t be measured simply in zeroes and ones, regardless of what number of trillion are connected. It requires a two to make its supernatural, angering stew, a calculation that moves past the crate, outside the screen. Tell Apple’s Siri that you adore her, and she’ll react, “I trust you don’t say that to those other cell telephones.” But she—it—doesn’t and can’t comprehend you. The voice you hear is just connected to lines of code. To know adoration is to go past equipment and programming and be something else. Something other. To love, maybe, is to have a spirit.
Theodore Twombly has known love, and has adored it. He was hitched to Catherine, a young lady he grew up with. Both scholars, they shared life and satisfaction and grief for quite a long time, developing closer, pushing without end, then at last pulling separated, their relationship the casualty of Catherine’s outsized feelings and Theodore’s nippy withdrawal. Presently Theodore, similar to such a variety of others, is separated from everyone else, with just his recreations and devices and incorporeal advanced collaborator to stay with him.