Witness the infinitesimal lay siege on the meatbody multitude. Watch as meatbodies amongst themselves keep a wide berth to evade the invisible evil. The young are not asked for their opinion; the middle-aged nod in assent; the elderly cow in fear, sequestered for "their own good".
Meanwhile a broadcasting machine spins panoramic tapestries of plagues and public health infrastructure collapse, none of which is seen on the ground, not by any stretch of the imagination. Yet imagination there is much of among the shuddering meatbody masses; it alone prolongs the sense of ubiquitous danger: the mind rolls out imagined consequences far in excess of anything remotely possible. The meatbody - muzzled and self-distanced - lives the imaginary, and thereby amplifies the imaginary, the hyper-real.
The meatbody lumbers forward in a semi-hypnotic state, unaware of his unawareness. Dispossessed of his predictive faculties, fatally beholden to the master storytellers and the false authorities costumed in the robes of power. To them the meatbody turns for reassurance; in them he sees his hope for deliverance. When will this stop? When will things go back to normal? To these questions the robed men on the screen provide answers... of sorts: prevarications, medico-hogwash, jargon-laced prescriptives, and appeals to The Greater Good.
The Greater Good, a shapeless many-headed thing, is visited upon the meatbody masses in the corridors of their hyper-real sequestration.
The story tellers lay down a timeline of their own fancy, months, even years into the future, following a logic that is connected to nothing tangible, guided by charts that shift and wane from day to day, with so many alerts that seem never to materialize.
A grand satire! Godly spectators must watch in wonderment from their vantage point up high.
