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Modern American society is based around three basic categories of people: those who can use a computer, those who can fix a computer, and those who make the computers we all use. This trickle-down of cyber-power is the same old class war, with newer technology. Same classes, but a lot less class. This reliance on computers and the ever-changing technology has become unbearable. Philosophers and sociologists of the ages are turning over in their old cliched graves. How did these machines become such a necesity to every day life? No one but the senile old war veterans can even remember what life was like before computers. Our lives are lived simply, at a computer console. You take a step out of the chat tomb, and take a deep breath of cyber-air. Stale and sweet, you choke on old memories of a 386. Ah, the "good old days" of dot matrix printers and floppy disks that were really floppy; of small 100 megabyte hard drives and 56k of memory... but no memories beyond that. Finding it difficult to believe in real cards, you conjure up another game of solitaire. Fill out an online form and send some charity money to those poor unfortunate souls in smaller countries who don't have access to computers. How will they ever use the internet if we don't civilise their society for them. We don't want to keep their children in the streets playing, while we're launching missiles in their direction from our high-tech bunkers underground. That would be inhumane. Let's bring them into our virtual reality, where they can go outside from the safety of their own homes. Always rebooting, but never disconnected, we've searched our way into a hole we can't hack our way out of. Honey, I blew up the world... |