The Computer is one face of the beast; its other being the public. After two, maybe three, wrong addresses it disqualified me from further email transfers. The fascist drone of the reprimand, protective of good code users, severe with the errant of finger or vision or mind. The public beast is the antidote of the system, having no address, being nothing, and engaged to no one but itself, its malevolent individuals embody the worst of the public, there being no good in it. The bank can be repaired or replaced, but humans have lives and should be able to live in such ways as to show their true feelings. The barrier to expressing feelings is the absence of identity: how might it feel for all the world to have the good feeling of owning their domiciles. Skidegate's Constitution relies on the implacable computer to relay the law to intractable public.
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