This would be home.  And this would be the space to write about these things which happen to one person and should be could be reflected in the world around one.  But one does not obstinately does not use this space for that.  And one hopes you understand.  The parasitic internet world around us surrounds us and colludes against us at least in post-apocalyptic fantasies.  Who knows what would really be the meaning of all these robotic arms and new processing brains and memory cards.  Would this be a memory card.