The cursor is blinking.
If you are happy being a cog in the machine, this book is a noise.
If you, however, feel like you are stuck in a hamster wheel, and want to break free, you will find some resonance here. A nudge. A crack, even.
"I once again made my surface pretty to broadcast my value. This time, with trillion-dollar software."
This is not a book for your resume; it is for your funeral.
The ones who mourn after your death don't matter.
Let us moan. Now.
Absorb the collective knowledge of Humanity 1.0.
Map your own massive pivot.
Decimate your insecurity.
Audit your abyss.
Reconstruct your reality.
What is the cursor to you?
What is your cursor doing?