I poured the French roast I'd brought for us to share. She smiled. I placed a rose between us. She demurely looked away. I reached for her hand. She reached for mine. They almost seemed to touch. But almost was not enough. Her fingertips broke up into shards of three-dimensional light as they pushed toward me, out of the range of her imaging computers.The Washington Post is carrying an interesting article about the progress and shortcomings of tele-immersion. It looks we've got a long way to go before the technology can convey the crucial subtleties of face-to-face interaction such as eye contact duration, pupil dilation, nuances of posture, and the musical qualities of speech.
I poured the French roast
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