Beacons! Towers! The threads
of wires that diminish space. The
Inscape of the Photo-Eye, the
software banks of magnetic tape. The
Vacuum tube meets the Satellite. The
offset print and linotype. The
on»line terminals and Data networks
molecularly linked. Info
in Transit at the Speed of Loot.
The full frontal lobe attack.
It’s getting small in here, and
oh the weight; the terrible weight
of knowing and oh, the fear feeling
one’s space diminish. Your attention
and involvement could only be
expected and demanded here.
All roads are leading
into Inner Space.
Take that smile
off your Interface.
© Ian David Arlett, 2014
<I have no idea when Ian wrote this … but Ian died over 10 years ago. He was always prescient. wm>
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