"Your ignorance, Bat! It's not funny! It's agony! You're Einstein's tea-lady, Newton's wig-delouser, Hawkings's puncture-repairer! You fanfare your 'Information Revolution', your e-mail, your v-mail, your vid-cons! As if information itself is thought! You have no idea what you've made! You are all lapdogs, believing your collars to be halos! Information is control. Everything you think you know, every image on every screen, every word on every phone, every digit on every VDU, who do you think has got their hands on it before it gets to you? Comet Aloysius could be on a collision course with Grand Central Station, and unless your star guest here chose to let the instruments he controls tell your scientists, you wouldn't know a thing until you woke up one morning to find no sun and a winter of five hundred years! You wouldn't recognize the end of the world if it flew up your nose and died there!"
Ghostwritten
David Mitchell
