Computer Blue

Having exited the room full of mirrors where reflections had shown me my fate, I arrived through a plain to a city which name is well known. 
It was an astounding sight.

Humans were in lines on a large marble floor extending to the horizon. All dressed in blue. Men and women in their thousands, all seated in front of computer screens rapidly flickering.

From birth, configured to seat. Quietly. Away from all sanity. 
Human screen-machines.

One could hear laughters and screams and cheers, humans' reactions to the spell of their computers. Flick. Flick. Flickering.

No-one walked. No-one ate or spoke to one another. 
Some weren't even breathing. All they were: Silent victims
Of the Dream-Machine.

ASLEEP?

The poor beings on this sad land would have been able to turn off their screens and walk away in an instant...but they lacked the will to do so. 

Some were typing randomly. Some were just staring, in awe at the images shown. Jaws wide open, with delight salivating.

interface > man/machine

Once again I sat and prayed the One Great Lord Melkizeor to give them back their life. To free, at least some of them from this seemingly enchanting fate. Thousands dressed in blue, lined in the dark land below. 
Seemingly happy. Seemingly fulfilled. Sitting still. Flick. Flick. Flickering Screens.

ARE YOU (AWAKE) ??

I was watching the scene in despair. 

In the valley down below. 

I witnessed and I prayed. That's the least I could do!

- One good idea. That's all that it took! -

Suddenly an eerie globe of light passed above me, hissing... 

Once again I decided to follow it...