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The Devil’s Lullaby

        providers of what is now called the Internet of Things, or ‘smart’ or
        ‘wired’ objects and environments. The ‘hidden persuader’, as it was
        named  long ago, is  subliminal  text and images registered  beneath
        the level of consciousness, passing directly into the brain unfiltered
        and unexamined. It is brainwashing without the need to scour the
        skull  before  refilling  it.  Like  the  semi-deity  Santa  Claus,  this
        demonic omnipresence knows when you are sleeping and when you
        are awake. The monopolization of that integrated network is already
        underway.  The sensors and algorithms are already beyond  merely
        tracking  and  persuading  via  reinforcement  of  prediction.  One
        company will concentrate that application of brainwave entrainment
        and subsonic euphemism: Anodynamics. They are ready to deliver
        the  devil’s  lullaby.  This  mode  of  behavioral  control  and  belief
        implantation  will  operate  around  the  clock,  following  a  person
        everywhere its signals can be received.”
          “Might  as  well  be  draft  horses,”  harrumphed  Rutger  Schlager.
        “Habituation is the point. Once they take the bit, the animal has to
        take the commands coming from behind. Doesn’t matter if they see
        the reins. Human animals? Irony is they can see the bait, know it’s
        bait, and yet they take the bait. Proves nothing but the primacy of
        the reptile brain. The flipside of ceding control to electromechanical
        crutches  is  losing  knowledge  and  physical  capacity  to  function
        without them: the crutch’s atrophying dependence is addictive. And
        if it takes a charismatic revolutionary leader ready, willing and able
        to break eggs to make an omelet, so be it. Yes, I know all about the
        ethical slippery slope that bleeding-heart liberals identify  with any
        plan of action in which the ends justify the means. But anyone with
        eyes can see the world heading in just that direction: the flight from
        gridlocked  party  politics—democracy,  if  you  wish,  but  it  rarely
        deserves the name—into unquestioned and unqualified support of a
        ruthless  dictator.  The  best  anyone  can  hope  for  these  days  is  a
        minimally  enlightened  despot.  So  I  would  frame  this  story,  as  I
        would all the others, as a fight to decapitate the enemy, destroy his
        infrastructure and free the serfs. Human nature demands it.”
          “But  it  could  be  subtler,”  said  Fred  Feghootsky.  “If  the
        opposition is smart enough to remain hidden, and is able to identify

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