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Alone Together: Why We Expect More from Technology and Less from Each Other

This book delves into the evolving dynamics of human connection in the age of digital technology, examining how our reliance on devices and online platforms affects our expectations and experiences in personal relationships. more

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Sherry Turkle
Sherry Turkle

Sherry Turkle is a professor of the Social Studies of Science and Technology at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT). She is recognized for her research on the impact of technology on human relationships and society. more

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