Forsooth, it came to pass that the light of Prometheus was contained, to be carried by the people. Held in digital cages gorging empty pixels. Casting pods of dark malevolence alongside altruistic philosophy… While he is in mid-sentence, the author is interrupted by a metallic ping from the computer. It is a message notification that begins ‘Hey Joe'. Joe clicks on the smiling cucumber icon, and an image of a naked woman...