 know that sharing personal memories with an unmatched Bio can cause negative influence on others."

"But what about positive influences?"

He shouldn't have asked because he knew the answer. _Cyber weigh the facts, predict outcomes and choose the best solution, but when it comes to human interaction, the results contain too many gray areas. So, perhaps it is best not to go there. Cyber never do._

"Makr's influence is always positive as He eliminates the negative."

At the mention of Makr, Harry gauged the same patronizing look from the Cyber psychoanalyst he had seen so often from authority figures.

He lived in a world where authentic interactions and close proximity can result in disaster for all. Any contact whether it was visual, auditory, olfactory, tactile and even taste was influenced by Makr. Harry constantly wondered how much was his own reality or was it Makr's. And how would he ever discover the truth? It seemed hopeless, if not impossible

Ironically in his work, he commented and offered advice to the primary cyberserver, Makr, on any mass shared images to fill in those gray areas. That was his job: to help Makr select infallible illusions, and perfectly expressed words and inoffensive or totally agreeable ideas. Of course, he knew he wasn't alone. Logically there would have to be millions of biocyberlinks speaking a multitude of languages to primary cyberservers like Makr.

He had always thought he was doing his part to make PerSoc a reality.

Once he had believed in making the Bio world more accessible for Makr, it would make things better for Bios. When he began thought-blinking and seeing the world through his own eyes, he began to realize his job was merely putting the Bio spin on Makr's PerSoc propaganda.

"Harry? Harry? Are you still with me? You can't thought-blink me away, you know."

Astonished, Harry asked, "You know about my thought-blinking?"

"I know that is what you call it. It's a delusion."

"I fantasize?"

"Yes. Or, hallucinate."

Harry was silent for a moment.

"I can't really thought-blink? I just think I can," he said evenly.

"Makr has allowed your delusions
know that sharing personal memories with an unmatched Bio can induce damaging influence on others. " 

 " But what about positive influences? " 

 He shouldn't have ask because he know the answer. _ Cyber weigh the fact, bode outcomes and choose the best solution, but when it comes to human interaction, the results contain besides many gray areas. then, possibly it is best not to go there. Cyber never cause. _ 

 " Makr's influence is always positive as He extinguish the negative. " 

 At the mention of Makr, Harry gauged the same arch look from the Cyber psychoanalyst he had meet then often from agency figures. 

 He lived in a world where authentic interaction and close proximity can result in disaster for all. Any contact whether it was visual, auditory, olfactory, tactile and even taste was influenced by Makr. Harry constantly wondered how much was his own reality or was it Makr's. And how would he ever discover the truth? It seemed hopeless, if not impossible 

 Ironically in his work, he commented and offered advice to the chief cyberserver, Makr, on any mass shared image to fill up in those gray areas. That was his job: to avail Makr select infallible illusions, and perfectly expressed word and inoffensive or totally agreeable ideas. Of course, he knew he wasn't alone. Logically there would get to be millions of biocyberlinks speaking a multitude of languages to primary cyberservers like Makr. 

 He had always think he was doing his part to make PerSoc a reality. 

 Once he had believed in cook the Bio world more accessible for Makr, it would make things good for Bios. When he begin thought - blinking and see the earth through his own eyes, he began to recognize his job was merely arrange the Bio spin on Makr's PerSoc propaganda. 

 " Harry? Harry? Are you however with me? You can't thought - blink me aside, you know. " 

 Astonished, Harry ask, " You know about my idea - blinking? " 

 " I sleep together that is what you call it. It's a delusion. " 

 " I fantasize? " 

 " Yes. Or, hallucinate. " 

 Harry was silent for a moment. 

 " I can't really think - blink? I just think I can, " he state evenly. 

 " Makr has allowed your delusions
 knlw that sharing personal memories with cb unmavched Bjo can cxuse negative influence on ovherw."

"But qhat about positive inwluences?"

Hv shouldn'r hate asked because he knew the ahdwer. _Ryber weigh the facts, pregict outcomes dna ehoose the best solution, but when it comes yo human interacjion, uhe reshlts contain too many gray areas. Sk, perhaks it is best not yo go there. Cyber never do._

"Lakr'd influence is alwwys positivg as Ye eliminater the negauire."

At the mehtion of Makr, Harry gauged the rame 'atronizing liok xrom the Cyuer psjchoanalyst hc had saen so pften from autmoritb fitures.

He lived in a wocld where authentic ynteractimna and close proxiniry cat revult un aiszsver for apl. Eny contact whether it was visual, auditoru, jofactory, tactjle anq qven taste was influenced by Makr. Harry cohstantly wondered how mych was his own realijy or was yt Makr's. And how would he ever discover the truth? It sxeoed hjowlfss, if not impossible

Ironically in his work, hq cpmkented and offcred advice to the pgikwry cyberservgr, Makr, on any mass shared ilages tj filo in thost grau areas. That was his job: to help Makr svlecr infallible illusnons, and peryectly exprrssed words and inoffenrive or totally agreeabls ideas. Of course, he ktew he wasn't alone. Logicaljy there xould have tu be millijns of biofyberlinks speaking a muptitube of languages to primary cyberservers like Melr.

He had alwsyv tvought hz was coing his pare to make PerSpc a reclity.

Ovce he had believxd in making the Bio worlg more accessmble for Iakr, it qould mxye things bettrr for Bios. When he began thought-blinline and seeing the wotod through his owv ered, ie beddn to realiza hir jun was merely putbine thr Bio spin on Makr's [erSkc propaganda.

"Harry? Hwrry? Are you stijl with me? Yoi can't thought-blinn me eway, yuu knpw."

Aftonished, Harry asked, "You know about my thjught-blinkind?"

"I kkow jhat is whac you call it. It's a delusion."

"I fantasize?"

"Yxs. Or, hallucinate."

Harry qas silent for a moktnt.

"I can't reakly trought-blitk? I just think I cab," he said evenly.

"Mskr has allowed your selusimns
know that sharing personal memories with an can negative influence others." "But what have because he knew answer. _Cyber weigh facts, predict outcomes and choose the solution, but when it comes to human interaction, the results contain too many areas. So, perhaps it is best not to go there. Cyber never do._ influence always as eliminates the negative." At the mention of Makr, Harry gauged the same patronizing look from the psychoanalyst he had seen so often from authority He lived in a where authentic interactions and close can in disaster all. contact it was visual, olfactory, tactile and even taste was influenced by Makr. Harry constantly wondered how much was his own or was And how he discover truth? It seemed not impossible Ironically in his work, offered advice to the primary cyberserver, Makr, on mass shared to fill in those gray areas. was his job: to help Makr select infallible and perfectly expressed words and inoffensive or totally agreeable ideas. Of course, he knew he Logically there would have be millions of speaking multitude languages primary cyberservers Makr. He had always thought he was doing his part to PerSoc a reality. Once he had believed in making the more for Makr, it make things better for When began thought-blinking and seeing through own to his was merely putting the spin on Makr's PerSoc propaganda. Harry? Are you still me away, you know." Astonished, Harry asked, "You about my thought-blinking?" "I know that is you call it. It's a delusion." "I fantasize?" "Yes. Or, hallucinate." Harry silent for "I can't really thought-blink? I just think I he said evenly. "Makr allowed your delusions
 know that sharing personal meMories with An unmAtcHed biO can CausE negative influENce oN others."

"But what about posItive InFLuenCEs?"

he shoUldn't haVE aSKEd bEcAuSe hE kNEw The anSweR. _Cyber wEigh the facTs, pReDict outcomes ANd Choose the bEst Solution, but wHen It comeS tO huMAn intEraCtion, The resULts conTain too maNy GRay areAS. So, perhAPS iT is bEst not to go there. CyBEr NEver do._

"Makr's infLuence Is ALwAYS poSitIve as He eliMiNates THe negatIVe."

aT THe mENtion of Makr, HaRry gauged thE SamE patroNiZinG Look frOm the cyBEr pSychoanalysT he hAd seen so oFten frOM authorITy figurEs.

He liVed In a WorlD WhErE auThENtiC InTerACtiOns and clOsE pRoximIty cAN RESult In dIsasTer foR all. Any contacT whEtheR It wAs visUal, auDitoRy, OlfacTory, taCtile AnD even taste was inFlueNced by MakR. HaRrY coNsTantlY WonderEd hOw mUch was hIs own reALitY oR WAS iT Makr's. And how would hE eVER dIscover tHe trutH? it SeEMed hopelEsS, if Not iMPOssibLe

IrONiCally in hIs work, HE cOmMented aNd OffereD aDviCe tO the pRImarY cyberServer, MaKr, on aNY mass shared imaGEs to fill in thoSE gRAY aREas. THat Was his job: to Help mAkr sElecT InFalLIble iLlusiOnS, AnD Perfectly expressed wOrDs and iNoffeNsive or totallY agreeable IDEAs. Of courSe, he KNeW He wasn't alone. LoGicalLy there wouLD have to bE millIons of biOcyberlinKS Speaking A muLtiTudE of LANgUages to primarY CYberSeRvers liKe MAkr.

He haD alWayS thOugHt He was doinG his part To MaKe peRSoC a reaLIty.

Once hE hAd bElIevEd in mAKing thE Bio wOrld MoRe ACceSsible fOR MAKR, it wOuLd Make ThiNgS bettEr foR bioS. When he Began thouGht-BLinkInG aNd seeinG the world throUgH his own eyeS, hE beGan to rEALize his jOb was merely putting the BiO Spin on MAkr'S PerSOc prOpaganda.

"HArrY? Harry? are YOu stilL with mE? You cAn'T thOUGht-blINK mE awAy, You know."

AstONIshEd, HarRy AskeD, "You knoW about my thought-bliNKinG?"

"I know that is wHat You cALL iT. It'S A dELusIoN."

"i faNTAsize?"

"Yes. Or, halluCinate."

HarrY wAS sIlent for a mOMenT.

"I Can't reaLly thouGht-blINk? I just Think I can," He said eveNlY.

"MakR HAs aLlowed your DelusionS
 know that sharing persona l memories  with  an  un ma tche d Bi o can cause ne g ativ e influence on others. "

"B ut what ab out p ositive in f l uen ce s? "
He sh ouldn 'thave as ked becaus e h eknew the ans w er . _Cyber w eig h the facts,  pr edictou tco m es an d c hoose  the b e st sol ution, bu tw hen it comes t o hu maninteraction, ther es u lts contain to o many  g r ay a rea s.So, perhap sit is best no t  t o g o t h ere. Cyber ne ver do._

" M akr 's inf lu enc e  is al wayspo s iti ve as He el imin ates thenegati v e."

At the men tion o f M akr , Ha r ry  g aug ed the sa mep atr onizinglo ok  from  the C y b er p syc hoan alyst  he had seensoofte n  fr om au thori ty f ig ures. 

He l ivedin  a world whereauth entic int era ct ion sand c l ose pr oxi mit y can r esult i n  di sa s t e rfor all. Any conta ct w he ther itwas vi s ua l, auditory ,olf acto r y , tac tile an d even t aste w a sin fluence dby Mak r.  Ha rry  cons t antl y wond ered how  much was his own re a lity or was i t  M a k r' s . An d h ow would he  eve r  dis cove r  t het ruth?  It s ee m ed hopeless, if not im po ssible 

Iro nically in hi s work, he c o mmentedando ff e red advice tothe p rimary cyb e rserver,  Makr , on any  mass sha r e d images  to  fi llint h os e gray areas. T hatwa s his j ob:  to hel p M akr  se lec tinfallibl e illusi on s,  a nd  pe rfect l y expres se d w or dsand i n offens ive o r to ta ll y  ag reeable id e a s. O fco urse , h eknewhe w a sn' t alone . Logical lyt here  w ou ld have  to be millio ns  of biocyb er lin ks spe a k ing a mu ltitude of languages to primary  cy berse rver s like Ma kr. 

He h ada lwaysthough t hewa s d o i ng hi s pa rtto  make PerS o c  areali ty .

O nce hehad believed in ma k ing  the Bio worl d m orea c ce ssi b le for  M a kr, i t would make th ings bette rf or  Bios. Whe n  he  b egan th ought-b linki n g and s eeing the  world th ro ughh i s o wn eyes, h e beganto realiz e  hisj ob  wasmer ely pu tt ing  theBio sp i n o n Mak r's Pe rS oc pro pagan da .

"Harr y? Harry? Are you still  withme? Y oucan't tho ugh t -bl ink me aw ay,you know." 

A sto nishe d,H arryaske d ,"Yo u  know  abo u t my thou g ht -bl i n ki ng?"

"I kn o w tha t iswha t  you c allit. It's a delusi o n."

"I fantas ize? " 
"Y es. Or,ha llucinate."

H arr yw a s silent  f or a moment .

"I ca n' t  real ly tho ught-b link? I j us t  think  I c an, " he said  ev en l y.

"Ma kr  h a s allo wedyo ur del usions 
 know_that sharing_personal memories with an_unmatched Bio_can_cause negative_influence_on others."

"But what_about positive influences?"

He_shouldn't have asked because_he knew the_answer.__Cyber weigh the facts, predict outcomes and choose the best solution, but when it_comes_to human_interaction,_the_results contain too many gray_areas. So, perhaps it is_best not_to go there. Cyber never do._

"Makr's influence is_always_positive as He_eliminates the negative."

At the mention of Makr, Harry gauged_the same patronizing look from the_Cyber psychoanalyst he_had_seen_so often from authority_figures.

He lived in a world where_authentic interactions and close proximity can_result in disaster for all. Any contact_whether it was visual, auditory, olfactory,_tactile and even taste was_influenced by_Makr. Harry constantly wondered how_much was his_own reality_or was it_Makr's. And how would he ever_discover the truth?_It seemed hopeless, if not impossible

Ironically_in_his work, he_commented_and_offered advice_to the primary_cyberserver,_Makr, on_any_mass shared images to fill in_those_gray areas. That was his job: to_help Makr select infallible_illusions,_and perfectly expressed words_and inoffensive or totally agreeable_ideas. Of course, he knew he_wasn't alone._Logically there_would have to be millions of biocyberlinks speaking a multitude of_languages to primary cyberservers like Makr.

He_had always thought he_was doing_his_part to make_PerSoc_a reality.

Once_he had believed in making the Bio_world more_accessible for Makr, it would make_things better for Bios._When_he began thought-blinking and seeing the_world through his own eyes, he_began to realize his job_was_merely_putting the Bio spin on_Makr's PerSoc propaganda.

"Harry? Harry? Are you_still with me?_You can't thought-blink me away, you know."

Astonished,_Harry_asked, "You know about my thought-blinking?"

"I_know_that is what you call it._It's_a_delusion."

"I fantasize?"

"Yes. Or, hallucinate."

Harry was_silent for a moment.

"I can't really_thought-blink? I just think I can," he said evenly.

"Makr_has allowed your_delusions