direct satellite-feed: Seeing the airliner in extremis, the bios of the doomed passengers/crew--and the home address of the mechanic
--who left-off the safety-wire on the fuel-line lock-nut. In retinal-HD, of course; (sorry about no Audio..)

Until, of course, some disgruntled 3rd-world Prez-for-Life--denied the new I.C.-cubes techno of tera-junctions: sets off a cluster-bomb in the satellite-belt,
and we go back to teletypes on POTS copper. While regrouping for the next round of dice.

Love. It. Techno is so far ahead of immature cerebral-wet-ware (with all the Good-stuff permanently-Secret) that
--aren't we collectively already on Auto-pilot?

http://www.stlyrics....enwego185492.html video: https://www.youtube....tch?v=frAEmhqdLFs

Oh we.. shall.. all.. go [fully-instrumented] together.. when we go,
Ev'ry Hottenhot and ev'ry Eskimo.
When the air becomes uranious [all receptors sub-cutaneous],
And we will all go simultaneous.
Yes we all will go together
When we all go together,
Yes we all will go together when we go.