This is the secret of security, like a steak under cellophane: to surround you with a sarcophagus in order to prevent you from dying.
This is the secret of security, like a steak under cellophane: to surround you with a sarcophagus in order to prevent you from dying.
“Nor do machines manifest that ironical surplus or excess functioning which contributes the pleasure, or suffering, thanks to which human beings transcend their determinations – and thus come closer to their raison d ‘être. Alas for the machine, it can never transcend its own operation – which, perhaps, explains the profound melancholy of the computer. All machines are celibate.”
Jean Baudrillard | The Transparency of Evil