You've decided you don't want/can't or shouldn't see the future, as entertainment suberseeds metabolism and freedom washes down the rivers of electronic arti-face. So go on, get out, we don't need your kind around here anyway. You can't see it anyhoo. Your Sears and Roebuck sex parts don't got their lifetime warrantee know more so ya gotta spend it somewhere else. Your done. You can't even dream right cause you need time to surf the shops for deals and touching your keyboard and playing with your hairless mouse that don't respond to nothin but yess m'am and know m'am, just like you like it. But you made a deal! Your finger clicks a deal, your wrist strap's sealed it with velcro and brackets it between your thumb and forefinger. Your just part of the landscape now you can't do nuthin about it. So, git back ping/zip where you came from, before your boss checks his logs and shits on your parade ya washed out excuse for an info bucket. Your data ain't worth crap so go burn it somewhere where they want your dainty ass clean as a whistle.