Get to the Point

My computer is my life. I'll admit it right now. Computers have opened doors for me in this age that weren't available to our unfortunate, hay-pitching forbears. I love my computer. It lets me build my own cyber-universe. I'm not sure how healthy this might be, but it is certainly pleasant. In a way I have immortalized myself in algorithms. I'm sure you feel the same about your photo albums at least. But at what cost? I've probably said it before but these choices we make on the internet define us perfectly as consumers. It gives whomever has got their hands on the master computer a firm grip on us; that is, if there is such a device. I realize this may sound a bit cuckoo. And, again, when I look around, I don't see an immediate problem. I just suspect that the power of persuasion is grossly underestimated in the modern age. They have truly made it an art form. I'm sure this new data is pure gold to them. I don't wish them ill either. My only complaint is that, under such circumstances, were such circumstances to exist, it would be impossible to know what people truly like. If you can't trust the network, how do you know what everyone is really watching or listening to? You're on your own. Maybe you can gather a few dozen supporters around you, who you will never meet. We're so atomized. So thoroughly sub-atomicized. There's a considerable section of the population, the older set, who are paralyzed by computers. My octogenarian ma needs assistance to reply to an email. Makes me wonder if, sometime in the horrible future, I might find myself unable to operate the controls of my life support unit. I won't be able to put the cry for help through the telepathic transmitter. But that day is still a long way off. And there's no cheerful way to contemplate it. Best just to enjoy the sunshine. And take my allergy pill.
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