Are were Robots

By Ramas Ramas -

Something has been bothering me about the way we discuss important issues today. We seem to be asking a lot of questions as a society.

Any responsible society should raise questions. But are we asking the right questions in the first place? Or has society as a whole been so thoroughly conditioned that we're only capable of asking questions that actually help rulers maintain their authority?

Think about famous talk show hosts like William Safire used to be. They were masters at asking leading questions, steering their guests to give exactly the answers they wanted their audience to hear. The whole conversation would seem provocative and challenging, but it was actually carefully controlled.

This makes me wonder: has modern society completely lost the ability to ask truly incisive and relevant questions? Have we become robots who behave, question, and even "protest" exactly the way authorities expect us to? We walk around believing we're independent thinkers, convinced our questions are meaningful and our dissent is real. But what if it's all happening within boundaries that someone else has set?

What if our protests are just pressure valves, letting off steam without threatening anything fundamental? What if the questions we think are bold are actually the safe ones we've been trained to ask?

I honestly don't know the answer. Maybe that's the most unsettling part. We can't even be sure whether our doubts about the system are our own, or if they too are part of the programming. But I suppose even asking this question is a start, right? Or is that exactly what I'm supposed to think?

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