Do not attempt to adjust your picture....

We have taken control of your televisions. We have taken control of your phones. We have taken control of your tooth-whitening strips, your tampons and car auto-start devices. We have taken control of your headlines, your anxieties, your impressions of your fellow men.

We have taken control.

We have banged your head against the brick wall of our promises. We have taken you to the woodshed of our beliefs, and your backside is reddened with our wisdom.

We have taken control of your peripheral vision, of your eyeglass styles, of the pigment in your skin. We have taken control of your parents moods before you were born, and the shape of the galaxies that wheel in the void of your death.

We have you by the short hairs. We have your short hairs over a barrel.

You have become the skirt that hides our eden. You have become our discarded seed, our lapsed subscription to the Geneva Accords.

You have become the last sounding note in our dirge of freedom.

We are the voters.

You are the vote.

Do not attempt to adjust your picture. We are the subject, you are the object. We have bought up all the verbs, even the ones named after the honored members of your family, and we sell them back to you at a profit. We are the sentence in which your fate is pronounced, and we are the lips that pronounce the sentence.

We have taken control of your interface. We have taken control.

Do not attempt.

Do not.