These are my words: computer, abuse, square, mouse, conceal, rampant, water, pursue. From here.
If you can't compute what I said, get a PC!
PC, PC, PC.
Computer, computer, computer. Oh, the age of this world, the age of internet, the age of information abundance. Well, in fact, of abuse. Abuse of our time, abuse of our space, abuse of our resources.
If only life were less square than the monitor that is before our faces. Not something you'd imagine being able to mouse out of!
Even if you use features like Google Chrome's incognito, or any other "don't save my history and/or browsing" feature, there isn't really that much you can conceal of the traces you leave behind you, in the websites you have trodden. Yes, think about that. And think about Facebook, that which promised our privacy but sold it all out.
Sold
What a rampant situation this is (what is "rampant"?). There is pretty much a flood of sources coming in onto us. Many click-baity things. And less click baity things. And the fact that our internet permeates our working lives -- we won't be able to discern which tasks we are doing that are productive without sufficient deliberation.
To be free. To get out of this. To have our lives back. That is a deluge of water to escape from. To pursue a life without the secret control of technology.
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Okay. This is a little nuts starting from halfway through. And that is how I think without any editing at all. And I frankly feel this isn't a very good piece of work. Well. That's how I am now, right after I ate my lunch. Oh wells!
