He’s become a mechanical/technological slave.
Everything he does or believes in, including physiological processes develop
from electronic devices. He believes so much in machines that he uses
polygraphs to detect his own level of sincerity. He can't even spell:
“d.e.f.i.n.i.t.e.l.y” without the aid of a gadget. But what makes it ironic or
perhaps hilarious is that he pays through his nose to own gadgets that will
eventually own him.
Today, your visa applications, job interviews,
cross-examinations, etc. could all go bad not because you’re found really
wanting, but because you probably didn’t measure up to what their machines and
bizarre benchmarks say; perhaps you avoided eye contact, or maybe there’s
something about your body language that the benchmark sees unfit, as if
everyone must be identical in their use of body language? Crazy fate!
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