Picture a large control room. Like the NASA ones we used to see back in the day, before we outsourced our space program to the Ketamine Kid. Or maybe the one at Chernobyl.
Lots of levers. Lots of flashing lights. Lots of screens. Tons of complicated electronic stuff that you have to have years of training to be qualified to operate.
Now, picture a monkey. Not a higher primate. Not an ape.
A monkey. One of those antic ones, seemingly crazy, that hop around incessantly screeching. Pausing occasionally to throw its shit everywhere.
That kind of monkey.
Hey, I know! Let's put that crazy monkey in the control room!
Watch him shriek and hop from chair to chair, turning knobs, going from screen to screen, climbing up the walls. Tossing shit all the time.
No idea how anything works. Couldn't care less how anything works. Brain the size of a walnut. Not a clue in his simple monkey head.
But he's having one hell of a time breaking things. It's fun!
This is where we are now.
