Okay then, Philistine, good luck.
You’re in control of cookies.
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Thank goodness.
Does this mean you need to know what cookies are?
Because you don’t, really.
THE SYSADMIN:
Cookies are small packets of data stored by a website within your local browser environment. They were devised in the mid-1990s as a pragmatic solution to a structuPOPUPBLOCKED_POPUPBLOCKED_POPUPBLOCKED_POPUPBLOCKED_POPUPBLOCKED_POPUPBLOCKED_POPUPBLOCKED_ral limitation of the early web: HTTP is stateless, and therefore incapable of remembering who you are from one page load to the next without external assistance.
THE PANOPTICON:
They know your secrets and have process your behaviour into a dataset.
THE GRIP:
Fear not. The Sun has affirmed that we (the people) are in control of our cookies.
Continue.
A subsumption of your entire being as data into an initial system of over 200 vendors, each with their own third-party clients.
THE FAUX-SAVANT:
That is without counting the black-market data trading that occurs through information illegally obtained via hacking or malware, then sold to nefarious cyber-criminals, fraudsters, and corporations.
The very next line.
Oh.
You no longer feel particularly in control of your cookies, anymore.
They are being held hostage behind the publication paywall, and this is made explicitly clear to you.
THE ECHO:
Pay £4.99 for the right to say no.
Another cut in a thousand that will eventually bleed you out.
A feudal tax.
You feel it may be time to go outside. Maybe head to the garden.