I am standing at my knees in the dirt. I am embracing the body of the world. Its blood is flowing away and I don’t know how to stop it. A big black wound is shining on its chest, thousands of other cuts bleed everywhere. I know that I only have four minutes to save it. And then…
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We all live in a society where there are certain rules. Everyone at some point in their life wants to rebel against those rules because they feel something is wrong.
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This, in a nutshell, is the story of humanity. And no other source conveys it to us more literally.
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WestWorld vaguely reminds me of something. Oh, yes. Of our world.
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