Watching the screens of his Bunker, he’d looked back on that trite but comforting understanding with a dizzying sense of loss – because it was no longer in his power to distance himself, however briefly, from the mass hallucination of commerce-as-reality, no longer possible to wrench some half-self-mocking sense of dignity and independence out of his hypothetical ability to live naked in the woods. Money had ceased to be a convenient fiction to be viewed with appropriate irony – because the computerized financial transactions which flowed from his investments to the network’s QIPS providers
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