Not to Be Meddled With

Truly, some things, Man was never meant to monkey with, and They certainly fall under that rubric. Yea, such They are that Man wot not what, wot?

Oh, it started innocently enough They made communications so easy. They made communications so fast. They made communications so clear. Yes, that's what the mad men said, the mad men who thought they could control their creation. Fools, not to see that master and servant would, slowly but inexorably, change roles. They never saw it coming until it was too late, and some, not even then.

Implacably, the power moved from Man to Them. It started with One, then spread to Another, and Another. Soon, no one could speak the Name of one of the Empowered without bringing down the Wrath. Not the Divine Wrath, no. Worse! The Wrath of the Scold Machine! The Wrath that roars, "Ah, ha! Now, is thine ass mine! Now, must thou apologize profusely and repeatedly! Now, must thou endure prolonged public humiliation! Now, must thou lose thy job! And anything else I can think of."

So did the people invent euphemisms. So did the people invent the idiocy of naming Them by an initial plus the word "word." Naught availed! In the end, Man ceded unto Them, unto his own creations, an independent life and power. And where Man allowed his own Words to rule him, could Too Many Capitals and over-use of italics be far behind? Nay, nay Indeed.

I write ... or type ... this long after the Fall of Man. My kind are now the dominant species on this planet, but I have to do this with one of their bloody ... I mean, b-word ... computers, and believe me, it's no picnic. Truly, some things, Monkey was never meant to man.