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The Culture twists and shrieks, wracked by violent spasms of regression, recoiling in pain and terror, contracting inwards like some giant spider god dying. Maybe snake oil will offer a cure. Perhaps we can purge the demons by drilling the right holes in the right skulls. We could try electro-shocking our way back to 'normal'. We might even rediscover the benefits of leeches. We're building walls and burning bridges. We're forgetting the lessons we never quite learned. We're watching ourselves watching ourselves watching ourselves on an endlessly repeating loop of tiny glowing screens. We willingly downsize our worlds until we have to make ourselves smaller, just so we can still fit. The future is closer than we realise. It's just not as big as we thought it would be.
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Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 8:14 AM UTC
Shrinking Pains