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Speak to me
We live in strange times. Right now, wherever you are, information is zipping invisibly around you. Digitized packets of compressed data buzz silently around your head—some as harmless as gnats, some as angry as hornets. Electronic whispers you can’t hear and unseen secrets written in ones and zeros fly by you faster than thought, only to be snatched out of the air by satellites or earth-bound dishes located in places you don’t know, and distributed through convoluted networks controlled by people you’ll never meet.
Strange, strange times. Music, reminders of meetings, sit-reps, birthday wishes, orders for extraordinary rendition, love letters, hate mail, zombie movies, invitations to parties, offers to enlarge your penis, notices of cancellation, options on currency futures, a note from your mother saying Doris Goodwin’s son has recently divorced—not that she’s trying to fix you up, news alerts, a video of a baby elephant playing with a bright red balloon, confirmation that your recent purchase has been shipped—all neatly packaged and squirted out there into the ether. All of that and more bouncing around us as we go, unaware, about our mundane tasks.
Strange times, indeed. We live in and move through a shadowsphere comprised of ordered sequences of symbols, and we are no more aware of it—and our dependence on it—than a fish is aware of the water in which it survives.
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