“Do you think it’s weird how everything’s connected, always, 24-7?” he asked. “We use a word processor, every keystroke, word, sentence, and thought is collected and analyzed by a third party; then turned back around on us for targeted ads? There is zero privacy in a digital journal—it’s all collected and used. Do you think it’s weird how Microsoft Windows got away from passwords and went to simplified passcodes—ones that can be cracked in seconds by simply whirling through the number frame; and our keystrokes are measured too, so it’s all saved and there—somewhere—to begin with.
Our conversations are listened to—by the phone in our pocket, or more often hand, by our home devices we’ve sold make simple tasks and leisures even easier—but streamline and feed what is paid for content, not our own selections and choices, tailoring to what it patterns of us.
Is there any originality of discovery when it’s all connected and subliminally pushed; and all is gathered, used for AI to further imitate humanisms—without the humanity: art, dialogue, emotions…
…Could you ever just break away—leave it all alone and return to a Luddite, pre-technologically driven world which will be all of humanity that exists in the post-technological failure—which will come and is desired by the post-human faction of mankind that, in hatred of God who—made in His image—must by necessity hate one’s self and own Creation; and only in destroying of the image, may faction affect and offend Creator.
Could you ever leave it all alone?
I want to…but I’m afraid of losing the last few threads I feel, outside of family, of connection and mind and spirit tie to other living souls…”