Want to climb Olympus Mons? - but now you're over the hill.
Want to cruise the oceans of Titan? - but can't float the bill.
RECALL. RECALL. RECALL
This sort of thing has happened before. A giant bubble. A consolidation phase of glacial incrementalism. The takeover in less than ten years. It was the noughties, Clarice. The best of times to be an activist.
Putting forth promise. Fighting injustice. Blinding the Cyclops.
Even back in the 1920's the ways and means existed to deal with a piffling problem of economic depression. Between the Victorian internet and Satellite TV lay the abyss, even as Brecht spoke up for a two-way-radio network.
The net doesn't have to mansplain itself and its utility value for humanity. So why should Zolgo?
Just take what smarts you're given and be grateful. The real intelligence is yet to show its might.
Look upon the potential for quantum internet in shock and awe. Our future lies in there. Our personal genie wish-granters are in there. And, paradoxically, going in there is our last best hope of getting off this cop-infested planet.
Will you come with me to Arrakis? Yes or no? Losing to the Ferengi Borg would be so terrible we would not survive it. So long as we carry a new world in our hearts we may have faith in imperfect weapons and the path before us. That world is spreading as we speak. One day - soon! - we will enjoy a free society.
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