desert of the real

i've been staring at flickering lights flickering ones and zeroes for going on four hours. i've been meandering through a wasteland of digital destruction. i've seen your novelty technology and i have found it wanting. so i'll create a brand new matrix, one to free your mind. this is no computer simulation, this is the creation of my fractured imagination. so search your database and tell me, among your cgi blasphemy and industrial smoke and mirrors, can you find the coordinates for human suffering? if a 404 is found, perhaps you could search for a sense of the profound. did you write god into your program? what about love? what about an entire spectrum of human emotion too deep for flat panel monitors? i await with little anticipation, a day when you discover these things in computer animation. so take your glorified anime and produce a thousand matrices, composed of ones and zeroes, taking caution not to be distracted by any shiny objects.