After yet another election, it became evident that seeking another country to call home poses an urgency. To achieve this with minimal impact on quality of life, investment in myself became an obligation. Continue reading
O, Mighty Google! Spare us from your maw of madness which feeds fear into our souls, spare our punishment through your ever-humming internet machine, let our digital deaths be swift and clean! Let us forget and be forgotten.
…pleaded the damned soul. Prayer went unheard. Echoed in the halls of electric void, faded away unnoticed. The Machine From Man God went on humming, grinding; spreading the incurable disease, feeding on our unchanging perception of conformity. Until the last soul was fed through the maw into insignificance of a great heap of unintelligible flow of data-time continuum.
Can this story be rewritten? We might give a try by deGoogling ourselves and freeing other minds after that.