He considers the darkened screen’s question without any signs of shame or remorse.

“Are you still watching?”

“Yes,” he replies to no one, with irritation in his tone, and no awareness that his escape has long since become a prison.

Sometimes I think maybe the American Amish were onto something, with respect to deciding when and how some technology is too much. But then I think about churning my own butter and press the button to continue watching.