The
fifth character. I remembered the term this time. Welcome to the theater. The
characters are all in their places, waiting for you to arrive and the play to
begin. You are the sole audience—a command performance. Don’t you feel as regal
as the queen? You command the players at your will, tell them what to do and
they will do it, but please be aware that they are the ones manipulating you.
They are massaging your will and you are utterly unaware. They are the power behind the throne that
comes through the cable set in the floor. The cable we eagerly plug ourselves
into, thinking, believing with the fervor of a fanatic, that it is benevolent
and loving. All is set and the flood’s about to begin. No worries, we are
assured, the Algorithmic Ark will carry us onward into the all absorbing Ethernet
Nirvana.
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