Infractors

” Every night there is a show with somebody shining a little blue light and finding tiny specks of blood splattered on carpets and walls and ceiling fans, bathroom fixtures and special-edition plastic Burger King tray cups. The next thing they show is some stupid redneck in handcuffs who looks absolutely stunned that this is happening to him. Sometimes the redneck is actually WATCHING the Discovery Channel when they break in to arrest him. And he still can’t figure out how on earth they could’ve caught him!”

-Lucien, Crash

 

So a 27-year-old man, assuming the good will of all enforcement agencies to his neato construction of firearms in his home using a 3-D printer. He’s even created a funpack of colors. I’ve been trying to tell people about the coming end of scarcity for a while now, and of course not even I believe the wild stories I’ve been spreading but some of it is coming true.

Control of information has been a failed preoccupation for the US government. As information overflows its academic banks and floods past the military/industrial levies we find a great deal to fear. Yet examine this young cur who constructs weapons for his own amusement and then tells the world. Unable to control themselves, people continue to put incriminating evidence on the network and in print and even on the surface of their skin. Humanity is clearly not bright enough to keep anything secret no matter how little purpose publicizing or commemorating serves.

I suppose I should not be shocked, the idiocy of humanity is writ large across history but has always been obscured  by a veneer of apologetic historians and the patina of time.  Conspiracy is difficult because people are stupid, which is good for everyone until the math catches up and the little eddies of unsupervised bureaucracy start bombarding us with unreasonable demands.

First things:

My lord, this digital prison. It says sundrycomp up there. Grey and white doom. So many things to complain about in my monochromatic hell. Frames with thousands of options that will not distill my words into anything useful. I would request feedback but then I would be obligated to do something about it.  Or find a category to put it in even. Speaking of which why is every portrayal of retail workers suggest that they are all deficient? Do no writers have underachieving friends?

Well, the color is good and someone has lifted the calligraphy of a hard-working monk and cheapened it to our program. It screams ‘We’re important enough for illumination’ in an age where filigree isn’t even listed as an option for being so cheap.

This has been a simulation of  content. If this were real content, something would have to be said about the world at large, which is far more depressing.