A robotic team fuelled by data and scrutinised relentlessly in a climate of angst and rage feels like a digital-age metaphor
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ike most people who have no talent for business ideas, I have a huge number of highly promising business ideas always on the go, ideas that are available for investment from any passing billionaire or Dragons’ Den rainmaker type.
Not one of the A-listers, obviously. I’m not insane. Not a Meaden or a Paphitis. But perhaps one of the minor ones, some strangely groomed South African retail magnate called Dork van Frotwangle who looks as if he keeps a bag of human fingers in his freezer and will mysteriously disappear mid-series and never be mentioned again.
One key project I’m working up right now is the Temporary Burner Identity. Burner phone. Disposable online backstory. Pre-pixelated features. Can you imagine the joy of being able to go somewhere or do something and not be watched or identified? This is the future of luxury freedom (write that down, Dork).
