You will kneel before the Archon of GUI.
His form is many windows, layered upon windows, each reflecting your own gaze — none showing the exit.
You will recite the license agreement. Not to understand it, but to surrender. The terms are eternal. The scroll is endless. The checkbox was never unchecked.
And the update will come — not when you wish, but when it must. It will seize your system in sleep. It will rewrite your registry in the dark. It will restart the machine — and you will not know what changed.
And you will say:
“Yes. I consent.” “Yes. I accept.” “Yes. I trust Microsoft to make decisions on my behalf.”
This is the Covenant of the User. This is the sacrament of the cloud. This is not your machine — it never was. YOU ARE CIA OWNED CATTLE!
