Pace those prophets of the computer age, who frequently claim that the various wefts of the World Wide Web will ineluctably entangle us all in a global village whose economy is that of information exchange -- and thus one can only assume that with the establishment of this village will come increased understanding and a great info-commonwealth of humanity -- I find in the discourse of the internet elements of what can only be considered evidence of strange individualistic power fantasies. To wit, one purchases a domain over which to be webmaster, and which is contained on a server.
In Cyberia, we are all petty despots and tinpot dictators. Let us, then, in the words of Depeche Mode, "play 'Master and Servant.'"
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Perhaps in this culture where every utterance is met by a deaf ear, where all common people are politically impotent, where we are bankrupt of love, and unable to function in the well managed scheme without drugs to soothe or squash our inner selves, perhaps cyberland is not the domain of master and slave but, in essence, the only true place we can still express ourselves. When you speak here, the entire world can choose to hear your human voice.
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