Somewhere there must be a big think intel file on me… "totally bonkers but basically sound" should cover 99% of it without the effort of reading the detail of my life's utter madness.
What happens to all that stuff in the end? Do we want a society where a few have access to such a trove of secrets of the many? Or a holographic society where it's all in the open?
What you are saying here tells me I know nothing. Literally nothing.
