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Wow. So that's what you look like naked.

I was told a story about the modern world. I was told that I could connect with friends for free

and that I could have everything conveniently tailored to my tastes. I was also promised I'd be

kept safe from those who wish to attack me and my values. All in all, I was told I would be

empowered to live my life as I saw fit. But in time, I began to hear another story. I started to hear

that what I had shared with friends was actually a product that social media sold to others.

I was told that some of my wants and desires were, in reality, the wants and desires of people

whom I had never met. I was made aware that the promise of safety came at a cost,

which appears never to have been proven worthwhile. The power, as it turns out, was not really

with me. The choices I made when I knew no better helped them understand me and others like me

better. They could do this because they were watching. When I wanted them to stop

watching, they told me that if I had nothing to hide, then I had nothing to fear.

Hello and welcome to episode 121 of the Panseyecast. My name is none of your business and I'm delighted to be joined once again by the man with nothing to hide. It's Mr. Redacted, Horton.

Hello.

And the man whose name is a combination of his first pet and his mother's maiden name.

It's Mr. Oliver Marley.

Hello.

Blood, don't make me get old school.

How nice is it to have us all back in the room together to record an old school episode of the pansidecast?

I feel like singing. Knowing me, knowing Andrew, uh-huh.

There is nothing he can do.

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