Russell Clayton, lead author of the study, offered this chilling appraisal: "Our findings suggest that iPhone separation can negatively impact performance on mental tasks."
And it's not just that your brain begins to malfunction. Oh, no. There is more deleterious deliciousness.
Clayton explained: "Additionally, the results from our study suggest that iPhones are capable of becoming an extension of our selves such that when separated, we experience a lessening of 'self' and a negative physiological state."
Ladies, if you see a cute but moody man in a bar, please don't immediately think: "He must be an artist." No, try thinking: "He's left his iPhone at home."
You'll be wondering how the researchers reached these painful conclusions. They lied, naturally. They told their guinea pigs that they were testing a wireless blood pressure cuff.
Then they gave their victims word puzzles to do. However, they had to perform them with and without their iPhones. (The researchers specifically use the word "iPhone." And the research report says that all 40 participants were iPhone users. )
Again, the researchers lied to separate their subjects from their phones. They told them the phones were causing "Bluetooth interference." Then, just to ladle on the cruelty, they not only separated people from their phones, but they called those phones while the participants were solving their second word puzzle.
And, my, did their cognitive performance sink.
Still, doesn't everyone get a little more anxious when their phone rings? Isn't this less an expression of longing than one of worry that this might be urgent or even bad news?
Moreover, the subjects reported their levels of anxiety themselves. Might they have exaggerated?
And might this research truly say something about iPhone owners? Might it suggest that they are all drama queens who stand in dutiful line to buy their designer gadgets because they're all neurotics in the first place?
Still, let those who don't mind being separated from their phone cast the first aspersion. I know that when I go out and forgot my phone, I feel slightly denuded and anxious.
Perhaps someone is trying to contact me. Perhaps some astonishing piece of news is happening right now and I don't know about it ("Snapchat buys the New York Times!")
What has the magical revolution of technology wrought? Dependents, that's what.