Reading

“Yes, I prefer reading a physical book. You know why? Because my mind should not be someone else’s property. I do not want an ad when I am trying to focus on something. In this economy, no one can afford to pay to bypass that. What if they gamify reading like everything else? They already have done that with music. You post on social media that you are the biggest fan of this person just because you left the music playing while you were working. Why does that become this metric that gets put into the little sister algorithm? Somehow then you are fined for your data not being completely accurate to the companies that you do not even know have access to it. Why is it their business how much pop vs. punk you listen to? The stereotype is so wrong. People who listen to pop religious music are way more reckless than the punk heads. The punk heads just want to be with their stuffed animals. So yes, I do not want to be sorted into a group that a human is not even looking at and considering my case. Oh you scanned through a book too quickly? Did you optimally absorb the material within your given premium credits of the speed limit for knowledge? Oh spare me. Please do not contact me after 5:30 pm. You have me chained to the monitoring devices, but not after that you lifeless snoops.” Audrey closed her book abruptly and placed it on the nightstand. “I’ll find some space somewhere else to be without all of this noise.”