Homogeneous

Down the rabbit hole of universes I dread…
Opening up the daily scientific journal of Oct 23, 2051, a torrent of computer modern fonted journal articles confront me with yet more additions to the proven facts of the Human and Robot American Republic’s known knowledge. New bits xored into the database of that which is true, to be consumed by the rational robots that govern our modern libretarian robotocracy.
Switching on the music now, the artificial intelligence picks out a song guaranteed to satisfy my previous preferences, clustering me into a machine learned sisyphusian hell, from which esape isn’t even listed on the menu of options. How soothed the past feels, served up one associative memory inspired lyric at a time…with catchy bridge lyrics too boot!
But short this entertainment must last, for the advertising dollars that are being lost not peddling to my immediate virtual surroundings the ABSOLUTE bargain that is a Google sponsored cruise to the port of Long Beach. Buy it now, see cargo shipped through direct express tubes to the heartland of America! Witness the end result of the optimal combinatorial solution to economic policy, executed within epsilon of the NP-hard solution.
But all of this is, of course, just a distraction from the true meaning of life: to appear unfiltered on national YouTube. To live, alas to be viral, among the social webs, that truely is the one goal that will make life worth living. A life lived adored by millions justifying any lack of substance, for what is substance if not another check mark in the list of known knowledge?
To sleep now, a day spent pushing the epsilons of an optimized marketing drive, epsilon small but multiplied by billions. Dreams now of Superman III, and salami slices so thin yet so numerous that they even evade the IRS. Sweet dreams to influence my vote, sweet dreams to keep me warm during everything but at night. Sleep. Sleep.