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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. | 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. | ||
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'': 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 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. | ||
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 nihilistic dystopian moaning — the [[JC]] is a glass-half-full sort of fellow; this isn’t really his style. | ||