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JOON HELD HIS arms wide as he walked down the broad boulevard. Buildings towered around us. Familiar billboards sat on top. A blue bird. A big white F. A fluorescent camera. A little white ghost. Companies with decades of online heritage. Content storms circled over each of their headquarters with images and words and stories in the sky. Each info storm spiraled out toward one central building in the middle—The Feed, everyone’s personally curated news scroll, aggregated from every other platform. There were also strips of designer stores running off the main road. Hundreds of them. And people. Thousands of them. I struggled to keep up, wanting to see everything, note everything, have everything explained. My curiosity was overwhelming the fear that lingered below the surface.
‘How did
