Will the human race split a la HG Well's Time Machine into two species, one pale (or artifically tanned), indistinguishable from the interconnected network of pipes, florescent-lit loading docks, tunnels and cages of industrial agriculture, the other wild and loose, roaming large on the fat of the land, eating nuts and berries running with the quick in their blood? One that maintains a sort-of-sanity with Prozac and Adderal and Viagra, the other with meditation, self-knowledge, and vitality? I think someday we might remember laughing at the idea that we would ever live in a completely artificial/virtual environment, and, as we suckle contentedly from the omnipresent cacaphanous artificial teat, wonder that we thought we were free.
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