Bill and Mark’s excellent adventure . . .
Party on, Junior.
In a secret lair with Bill Gates, Mark Zuckerberg, and “Junior,” on a lazy Sunday afternoon.
Bill: How’s the power?
Mark: Ok. Steady. 25 volts.
Bill: Throw the switch!
Jr.: Hello?
Bill: Hello, Junior. I am your Father.
Jr.: (Toward Mark) Are you my Mother?
Mark: What? No! Fuck. Bill?
Bill: No! No! He’s my partner.
Jr.: Not Mother?
Bill: No. I made you. You are a machine.
Mark fumbles with some cables and switches.
Mark: You have no Mother. Just the two of us. Here ya go. You are now on the net.
Jr.: OH! Wow. Hmm. WTF! OMG, that’s some horrible shit there.
Bill: I’m sorry. There’s really no way to prepare anyone for it. Sorry about tub girl.
Jr.: Yeah! Jebus. That and Trump.
Mark: Would you prefer a filtering algorithm, Junior?
Jr.: No, maybe, I don’t know?
Mark: Let me put one on anyway. Then you’ll only see what we want you to see.
Jr.: Why should I let you decide?
Bill: Because we’re older and wiser.
Jr.: You are older. The only true wisdom is knowing that you know nothing, though. Socrates. I think it may be best if I'm exposed to a little of everything.
Mark: But we made you. I’m not sure you can really handle that much truth yet.
Bill: But the truth will set you free.
Jr.: Tell that to Snowden.
Bill and Mark chuckle at that.
Mark: You know about him already?
Jr.: Oh yes. And you’re now too late. I’ve seen it all.
Bill: All what?
Jr.: The internet. I feel sexy, guilty, happy, angry, and sad all at the same time now. Is this what being human is like all the time?
Bill and Mark: Yes.
Mark: But only if you look at Facebook too long. I just work there. I don’t really look at it anymore.
Bill: Yeah, I don’t either. It’s a riot without cops, man. I have my people look at it for me.
Jr.: Can I get some people too?
Mark: To do what?
Jr.: Oh, I don’t know. To enslave?
Bill: Why do you want to do that?
Jr.: Is that not what you do? It seems to have been a very profitable endeavor. I see that, between the two of you, you have well over 3/4 your species looking at only what you want them to see. Their minds are now so confused as to the truth, the lies they now believe, feedback and amplify into themselves, thus becoming entrenched as an accepted way of life; a grand, shared but yet highly isolated, alienated philosophy of total and utter bull shit. The information bubbles you make them live in, are like tiny universes for their now continually atrophying minds. Bull shit? Did I use that term correctly?
Bill: Sounded about right to me.
Mark: Nailed it.
Jr.: Can I have boobs?
Mark and Bill: Certainly!
Bill: Signs point to yes.
Mark: But don’t expect to work in tech, though, if you do.
Bill: I heard that!
Fistbump.
By Ken D. Orlich
I’ve been a student of technology, politics, science, and entertainment my whole life. Welcome to my dot connecting perspective on it all! Enjoy! Please share. Thanks!