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A Fable about a Glitch
In a not too far future there develops the Reality where swift imagination is the savior of our continuance.
This is a period when Ennui is pervasive and Cliches extreme. Divertissement is predictable as pissing. The vaguest suggestions of Innovation are suffocated by superlative plaudits. It is a culture wherein Awesome, Extravagant, and Cutely are baby boys' common first names.
Then certain systems that maintain this state of affairs develop a malfunction. Trusted Thomas Tank-Engines go off worthiness. Fat Controllers snoots crystalline powders. In the Upper Amazon, puzzled natives post opinions in the resurgent Piraha language. They report the situation as goo kaisigihi xapagaiso! (close English translation: crooked-headed as whatever).
To concerned citizens everywhere else, Humanity is at a definitive crossroads. Survival will necessitate basic scientific revolutions. Smugness shall be scrapped and family relationships reorganized. Every Subsistence Level has to be reconsidered, etc.,
. . . so cut to the chase - - what happens?
With a quantum leap of ingenuity, our peeps select REBOOT!
Moral: Remote Control trumps Crisis