https://marktomforde.com/academic/miscellaneous/stories/ursula-k-le-guin-the-ones-who-walk-away-from-omelas.pdf
https://www.cs.ucdavis.edu/~koehl/Teaching/ECS188/PDF_files/Machine_stops.pdf
edited from, The Machine Stops by E.M. Forster
I want to see you not through the machine.
I want to speak to you not through the wearisome machine.
I see something like you, but I do not see you.
I hear something like you, but I do not hear you.
I seized with the terror of direct experience.
Unmediated, my behavior could not fit
any former narrative arcs.
So the human passions still blundered
up and down in the machine.
But for the motion of my eyes back and forth,
I hardly moved my body.
All unrest was concentrated in the soul.
All the old literature, with its praise
of Nature, and its fear of Nature,
rang false as the prattle of a child.