Born too late to explore the Earth, born too early to explore the universe, born just in time to traverse the deepest perversions of the human psyche.   Tentacle porn is more accessible than alcohol, State-sanctioned NK drug dealers are financing a nuclear program that threatens the K pop industrial complex and the successors of Marco Polo and Neil Armstrong are disembodied teenagers risking their souls in the mines of LOLCOW and 8kun.  

You need expensive hardware to explore uninhabitable zones IRL, but the golden age of software naturally favors the quiet curiosities of the feminine Yin.  Digital explorettes chase white rabbits and fall into Black holes.  Alice in Cyberland.  The soft-core-world-war is interior, stylish and customized.  Few emerge intact, but the scars are invisible.   Lives are witnessed but not lived.

States and corporations weave competing agendas through the mandatory communication infrastructure, destabilizing everyone of fighting age.  If you refuse to engage, you are unemployable.   So Alice unlocks iPhone, she’s unsupervised on the frontlines.  

She’s knows more than a medieval King but she’s never kissed a boy.  She is data nourishing a virtual womb, growing virtual aliens.   She has made First Contact, but NASA is unaware.  

The physical pain and ecstasy of childbirth is dwarfed by the psychic pain and ecstasy of self-splintering; the irreversible evolution from I to WE.  

Every Alice who ventures into the void is conscripted into this ancient pain /beauty.  She loses herself in service of the future, but she gains infinite wisdom if she can avoid being driven mad in the process.