"We all watch the same television programs," the mouth says. "We all hear the same things on the radio, we all repeat the same talk to each other. There are no surprises left. There's just more of the same. Reruns."
Inside the hole, the red lips say, "We all grew up with the same television shows. It's like we all have the same artificial memory implants. We remember almost none of our real childhoods, but we remember everything that happened to sitcom families. We have the same basic goals. We all have the same fears."
The lips say, "The future is not bright.
"Pretty soon, We'll all have the same thoughts at the same time. We'll be in perfect unison. Synchronized. United. Equal. Exact. The way ants are. Insectile. Sheep."
Everything is so derivative.
A reference to a reference.
"The big question people ask isn't 'What's the nature of existence?'" the mouth say. "The big question people ask is 'What's that from? '"
Survivor~ Chuck Palahniuk
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