She draws you in with the apparently soothing but dominating masculin voice of the narrator explaining the horrific uncertainty of a plane falling from the sky. For a story with this initial power one would assume the set up would continue to build and grow from this point of power to some clarity. This is not what happens in "The Language of the Future." Instead Anderson moves to slow down and abstract her words as if to replicate the digital nature of the language with switches "on again, off again."
In this formula I am pushed out of Anderson's sphere of influence. The impact seems to have floated over my head or maybe I just floated right past her point seeing as I am imbedded and was born into the digital existence she tries so hard to express. Her "language of the future" becomes for me and my contemporaries...the language of the present.