The Promise of Star Trek TNG

I grew up wondering how I would provide the house, the video games,
the car, pay the bills; I arrive at adulthood knowing that I can
build a house, and a windmill, grow my own food and steal a life's
worth of culture off the internet. I wondered how I would get famous
- now only a very few marginal politicians and porn stars are famous
in the way we once thought of it. So many sundered anxieties have
been wrecked on the shores of the general deflation since the 15th
century, the anarchiving ocean of the multitude, that one almost no
longer fears swarms.
It actually feels quite a bit like star trek, but with more art and
violence...
It almost seems as if property and the proprietary have revealed
themselves as a type of penetration, a having-in, that was bound to
violate the sovereignty of certainty and arrogance much more than
abet them...