Most of the time I am so self absorbed I don't notice anything. The only things that interest me are me and my various components. But every now and then I lift my many chins, cast my beady little peepers around and have a look at the world.
That was when I noticed the signs. Here are facts which I will put in a bulleted list since microsoft frontpage has made such things very simple
These may seem unconnected events, but look closer.
Robots don't need to read, since they are connected by radio to all the other robots, the internet and psychics. So why would robots need to buy books?
Coffee is usually an excellent source of sugar, which I assume these honda-bots need to generate the nuclear power that gives them their superhuman strength and ability to plant thoughts in my head. So therefore, more coffee shops, or hondakillomatic recharge units as I prefer to call them.
Also, movie theaters are getting bigger and bigger. Why? Because apparently people have more money to spend on foolish leisurely things, and apparently less work to do. Who is manning the controls of our society while we sit in giant cushioned seats watching the delightful hyjinks of Martin Lawrence and Gwynth Paltrow? I don't know. Maybe the Coast Guard? But that's beside the point.
Things are perhaps a little too easy. Somehow life has become incredibly simple. I don't do anything, and by all reason I should be dead from starvation or exposure, but somehow I can pay my rent and eat. Same with my friends. I don't have anything real to worry about, so I worry about retarded shit like robots, lifestyle obsession, and soulless megastores.
It's idiotic. The machinery of our world chugs onward with me entirely oblivious to it. I contribute nothing, I sit on my ass and reap the rewards of the hard work of all the non-lazy people throughout history. As a result I have abdicated all control to the easy answers. I follow the painted lines because it is simpler. I accept the basic crappyness of norm because it requires less work.
Maybe being encased in this simplicity is a curse. The machinery chugs blindly on, screwing someone and raining gold on someone else. The same easy machine grinds quality and distinction into the bland grey paste.
We can toss a wrench in the gears. Will I? Maybe.