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So here is the thing I don’t understand: ''where are our [[electric monk]]s''?
Someone hi-jacked the revolution, and we are too distracted to do anything about it.


Everything we know about the information revolution tells us they cannot be far away. Scrappy little [[Wikipedia]], crowd-sourced and free-for-all vanquished forever the grand, longevous ''Encyclopædia Britannica''. [[Reddit]] vanquished the [[master of the universe|masters of the universe]]. Yet, we insects, still crawling on the planet’s face — we seem on the end of a perpetual hiding from new-economy conglomerates with their [[artificial intelligence|artificially intelligent]] engines exploiting our innate horror of boredom; filling our heads with a clangorous noise that pleases us by obscuring the abysmal ''silence'' that otherwise would predominate.  
Scrappy little [[Wikipedia]], crowd-sourced and free-for-all, vanquished forever the gargantuan ''Encyclopædia Britannica''. [[Reddit]] bested the [[master of the universe|masters of the universe]]. Yet, we insects crawling over the planet’s face — we seem on the end of a perpetual hiding from new-economy conglomerates with their [[artificial intelligence|artificially intelligent]] engines exploiting our innate horror of boredom; filling our heads with a clangorous noise that pleases us by obscuring the abysmal ''silence'' that otherwise would predominate.  


In this way we are aggregated, parsed, tracked, anticipated and nudged around like cups on some giant [[Ouija board]], and all this just to ''monetise'' us: to extract value from the magical well of human weakness into which it jams its stent, thereby consigning us by degrees to stale, mute, digital oblivion.
In this way we are aggregated, parsed, tracked, anticipated and nudged around as if we are cups on great [[Ouija board]], and all just to ''monetise'' us: to extract value from the magical wellspring of our collected human weakness: a value that gushes uncontrollably every time we doom-scrolling or needily chase a like, share or comment — every neurotic push notification consigning us by degrees to stale, mute, digital oblivion.


Okay, okay; enough already of the nihilistic dystopian moaning — the [[JC]] is a glass-half-full sort of fellow; this isn’t really his style.  
Okay, okay; enough already of the dystopian moaning — the [[JC]] is a glass-half-full sort of chap; this isn’t really his style. Regular readers will know the [[JC]] is no subscriber to the dismal futurism of {{author|Ray Kurzweil}} or {{author|Daniel Susskind}}. Unless by occupation you mindlessly follow predefined rules — and if you that is your occupation, will you miss it? — there will always be plenty to keep you busy.


Here’s the question: ''why does this sorry state of affairs persist?''  
So here is the thing I don’t understand: ''why'' is it like this? Why is this technological revolution such a drag? ''Where are our electric monks''? Everything we know about the information revolution tells us they cannot be far away.  
 
Regular readers will know the [[JC]] is no subscriber to the dismal futurism of {{author|Ray Kurzweil}} or {{author|Daniel Susskind}}. Unless by occupation you mindlessly follow predefined rules — and if you that is your occupation, will you miss it? — there will always be plenty to keep you busy.


For, even if your operating theory is that our [[Meatsack|fleshy cerebella]] are no match for the overwhelming power of a [[neural network]], there is still a limit. Our friends at [[LinkedIn]] hint at it, with their underwhelming [[AI]]-assisted “predictive comment” functionality. Not because it is so ''hopeless'' — I mean, ''[[happy work-iversary!]]''? M’lud, I rest my case — but because ''the fact that it can even exist'' points us at a route out of the Matrix.
For, even if your operating theory is that our [[Meatsack|fleshy cerebella]] are no match for the overwhelming power of a [[neural network]], there is still a limit. Our friends at [[LinkedIn]] hint at it, with their underwhelming [[AI]]-assisted “predictive comment” functionality. Not because it is so ''hopeless'' — I mean, ''[[happy work-iversary!]]''? M’lud, I rest my case — but because ''the fact that it can even exist'' points us at a route out of the Matrix.