Martians! There are extra-terrestrials controlling everybody's mind! Technically, yes, since Yeager and associates reached outside the atmosphere.
There might be real Martians controlling our minds, I don't know if they're Martians or not. I'm much more comfortable with the hypothesis that we've developed advanced sound technology that affects the mind from a distance. That is, I don't perceive thoughts per se, but I experience dizziness and confusion, as I've noticed that behavior in my father, I have reason to believe that it is manufactured. Cool. Now, I also have reason to believe in communique set three plus because I know I win the game by typing this. And there are just too many bizarre coincidences external to the scenario I deduced above, such as money disappearing from my wallet [you don't know pickpocket tech boss], or the translation bug [the effs could have snuck in your house while you were sleeping and switched copies of your book], or the occurrence of flora and fauna suggesting parables [that's God making waves]. Hmmmm. Now then . . . When Mexicans or whoever else steals the automobile market from the United States and Europe, they can build according to specification. That is, make parts modular but replaceable and backwards [Chris is my mobile home, my place of refuge, my shelter] compatible so that repair and improvement are much easier. Also, use a cage frame for the body of the cars and anything from metal to paper for the rest of the body -- gives the same structural integrity and body work is much easier. Production of a cage is cheaper as well and the profit margin will increase. Detroit and everywhere else used to use stamped metal, but now they use stamped polymers, so they're still fucked. More as I think stuff up.
