• Standing among the hordes of people, you suddenly become powerful, taking hold of the collective confidence that only a crowd can hold. You become one of them, or it, rather - for it appears to move as one unit, a massive robot. Autonomy is sacrificed, to be certain: Your perception is absorbed into the larger one of the crowd. Despite this compromise, safety is gained.

    One never has to shirk from an assessing glare when part of the crowd, but instead moves within the mechanized masses in a roar of defiance towards any criticism. Fear of being preyed upon is also of no concern, for who would dare face this machine?

    Your every thought or opinion is amalgamated into its steel interior, so that every cheer, ever roar, every triumph is experienced by everyone simultaneously. All that is required is that you give in: Security and popularity for the infimestal price of relinquishing your independent thought.

    When among the invincible masses of metallic strength, all move, speak, and think as one. Thought processes suddenly become much easier, or completely unnecessary: Submit, and the world is yours.

    Why bother with the difficult task of formulating an opinion when the robot speaks for you? Why be an individual, isolated and alone? Why choose to operate singularly rather than be part of the endless crowd?

    Autonomy is overrated.