It feels like this. Doesn’t it?
By hell, it is like this.
And not just somewhere, but everywhere.
Go anywhere, and you’ll see them. Their faces downcast, with eyes transfixed as though impaled to the tiny illuminated screen they hold in front of them, mere inches away from reality. Engrossed in the trivial, suspended in the binary, irredeemably locked into the Matrix (Yes! The Matrix. It is as real as the words on this screen. Hmm).
They are, the walking dead in the Brave New World of the Android (no pun intended).
Capitalism has won.
The game is done.