And what will happen when the automated vehicles for everyone’s commentary implode and the opinions have nowhere to go but the white air? Who will lol and likey if our book is taken away? If our faceys and self-pages no longer load and the networks have no neural pathways to let the juice run?
Volts back up and hot breath expires from the lips. Sighs come back. Just sighs that escape through the pores as the distress cannot be contained in the looping thoughts that rattle along in words. Daisy chains of argument spiral away into the great exhalation in answer to this destructive experiment. A species overrun with violence. When I can sigh fully from the core to the edges I will know how to meet the sorrow.