Balloon, meet Pin

Here, in my right hand, we have a gloriously-inflated gaudily-embellished balloon of suspension of disbelief. In my left, a pin:

"Gracie transferred the picture to his communicator, typed a note identifying the people in the picture, and sent both off.

[much zapping of files across space from space liner to Earth]

About an hour later, the picture and text dropped into the mail queue of Dale Turney.... Dale opened the mail and... slapped it into the newsletter at the bottom, typed in the names [my italics] and location for the picture caption...."

Notwithstanding the human race's ability to fail to learn methods that avoid going the long way round to any desired result (in this case cut-n-paste, maybe even, ctrl c and ctrl v), why's all this retyping going on. In a future with space travel, aliens, emergent AIs, has the general level of human-computer interactivity really stuck at that level of clunkiness?

Pop!

I nearly gave up reading The Android's Dream at this point (and, note, I've paid for this Scalzi). I didn't: it's really quite engaging. It's typos, however, also irritated.

[Of course, I stupidly typed this (one-handed due to pain and inflammation) rather than firing up the dragon.]