(Photo Credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields)
Life literally had come full circle. A stupefying victory for Machine Learning was a humiliating loss of dignity and self esteem for humanity. Neo at least had the luxury of choosing between red and blue pills. Here the only option was submission. Surrender. Succumb. Every white circle – visible only to the man manipulating the cursor – was a personal pad. Every person walking across the pavement had his/her own pod. Gay or straight; Left or Right; Democrat or Republican; Jew or Buddhist. This wasn’t just information. It was fodder for influence. All at the click of a mouse.
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