Wired.

No, this isn’t a post about drinking too many Red Bulls or Monsters. This is about how we’re wired. What makes us go. What makes us stop. What makes us unsure. Now, if we were all automatons, robots, gizmos, or devices, we would be wired to turn on when a human decided we should, programmed us to, or determined when we would be turned off. We would boot up at their discretion. They would push our buttons. The tragedy and bliss would be that if we were those robots, those motherboards, we wouldn’t care. We work for them. If I…