Living in an anti-utopia, silent like glove puppets, we die every day becoming gears in an enormous mechanism, in a pitiless futuristic monster feasting on war and exploitation, fear and exhaustion. But as long as we can laugh and cry at it, we "the prisoners of want" still have the power to destroy the beast we ourselves created. Today there's no more chance to "live for ourselves": as the most uncanny science fiction stories become reality, we can only choose life, love, solidarity and revolt. We can only prefer critical thought to the mass-media chewing gum, art and creation to consumerism. To these survival principles I dedicate everything I do.