"You go through a heavy industrial area of large city and there it all is, the technology. In front it are barbed wire fences, locked gates, signs saying NO TRESPASSING, and beyond, through sooty air, you see ugly strange shapes of metal and brick whose purpose is unknown, and whose masters you will never see. What it's for you don't know, and why it's there, there's no one to tell, and so all you can feel is alienated, estranged, as though you didn't belong there. Who owns and understands this doesn't want you around. All this technology has somehow made you a stranger in your own land. its very shape and appearance and mysteriousness say, "Get Out" You know there's an explanation for all these somewhere and what it's doing undoubtedly ser...