Prose and musing by Sam I am.
Writer of cyberpunk, dystopian fiction, and nonfiction. Plus whatever drives me at the time.
explain the question.
It keeps ticking, this time bomb. And we make sure we’re standing real close. Most people disagree with me, that we are, if not already living in one, sleepwalking our way into dystopia. They ignore what is in front of them for the sheer convivence. And they feast greedily up on it. But there is nothing convenient about truth. No matter how flexible they
claim that to be. And there is the rub of the matter. In all this noise how is anybody not only able to think but to know what the question was ever really meant to be anyway.
Do we take this flame to the firewood or the oilfield.
What would have the greatest impact.
And are we asking the right question.
Only when we know the answer can we explain the question.
Let the hackers prevail. If there is anything left to hack.
And let the hacks come back to getting to the heart of the matter.
I fail to see the problem.
Maybe you can enlighten me.
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words by me, artwork directed by me created by @Wonder.Ai
