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Commonwealth has infiltrated every corner of our lives. Our houses, our cars, our planes, our jobs, our cities, our armies, our communications, our money, everything runs on their software. We invited them in, handed ourselves over willingly. We’re all so dependent on the feed that we can’t do anything without it. It’s death by a thousand small conveniences.
America was a force for good, a respite for the desperate, a land where even if you didn’t achieve your lofty goals, you might still dream.
secret wish that she was unique, that she had a place in this universe, that her life meant something, that her actions were important.
When you grew up in a world where rules were respected, where institutions mattered, where justice might arrive late but always came, how could you internalize the reality of impending chaos?
“The feed has transcended its role as a consumer product to become a global public good.
“It’s not impossible, it’s unprecedented,” said Diana. “Those are two very different things.”
Do it. Those two simple words were the infinitesimal low-pressure pocket thrown off the trailing edge of a single flap of a butterfly’s wing, the perturbation growing and picking up momentum as it zigzagged through weather systems, urged on by the secret prayers of chaos theorists, until the resulting tornado spun open the door to Oz.
everything just seemed to move around you like you were the center of gravity in a dance that you were observing but not participating in.
Despite her age, she didn’t live in the past, hobbled by the constraints of experience even as she harvested its benefits. It was awe inspiring.
