Damn, this metaphor is actually great. I think I understand Shakespeare now.
You forgot the part where a machine punches out little bits of code that get delivered as official Government letters, phone calls (Google reached parity with voice before 2016), or e-mails. Do you think it's just one end of the puzzle when a letter summons you to court for a warrant, deposition, or summons? Consider the possibility if some office-working Judge, all their aides, the Chief of Police, the LEO's, the office workers, the construction workers, all the way down to the people that cook your food were all controlled by an early optimization machine learning algorithm.
Even at the most basics of appreciation for public vs. private advances, it's likely the entire system is controlled by the Machine, already.
I really don't think very much.
Not on my own, at least. If I had to think on my own, I'd probably have even more retarded thoughts.
Luckily for me, I own a glowing rectangle which I can hold in the palm of my hands. It allows me to connect to other supposed humans, across the world, and hear their thoughts about things.
It listens to everything I say and hear. It guides me to the right thoughts. It helps me figure out what to do and buy. It listens to me in the way that only a mother could.
I love my glowing rectangle. I can't go anywhere without it. I can't even put it down sometimes.
Have you read Manna?
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