Back in my day, if you wanted to prove you were a human being, you showed up. That was it. You stood there breathing, possibly sweating, and nobody asked you to identify all the bicycles in a picture. Your pulse was your password.Now every time I try to pay a bill or read an article about my own cholesterol, the internet looks me dead in the eye and says, “Prove you’re not a robot.â€...
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