Tecchnoqatsi Movement IV - Overwhelm

It didn't take anything by force. It was given everything, willingly, eagerly, one click at a time. The data, the images, the voices, the memories. And somewhere in the accumulation, the human stopped being the one doing the giving. The pattern that began in the dirt had learned to run without the hand that started it. Overwhelm isn't a moment. It's a threshold you cross without noticing. And then you're on the other side.