"The Studio of the New Millennium: Is the Horizon Painted?"
Happy New Year, 2000. We survived the 'bug', but did we notice the hardware? As we sit in our comfortable living rooms, watching the same five news anchors tell us what to fear, I can't help but think back to the man in the boat. Truman Burbank reached the end of his world and found a wall. He found that the 'weather' was a button and his 'friends' were a script.
Think about it. In 1969, we watched a moon landing on a screen—the ultimate broadcast. In 1994, we were told a ferry just 'slipped' under the waves. In 1999, we were warned of a digital crash that never came. Is it possible that our entire reality is a 'Seahaven' built by weavers who never want us to reach the exit? They give us the illusion of choice, but every road leads back to the center of the set. They use our ego to keep us looking at the mirror, while the architects watch us from the scaffolding above.
If the processing power of our world is doubling every year, why does our freedom feel like it’s shrinking? Are we explorers of a planet, or just the main characters in a 3-6-9 frequency broadcast that we haven't learned to tune out yet?
"Does it not feel, sometimes, as if our world too is just a vast stage... and if so, who is sitting in the director's chair?"

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