In the time zone of the keynote, it dystopia oclock. These days, it always is. The fervent CEO prophet strolls around an empty stage, backlit by a giant altar of light on which they display their magic and impart visions of a future that address none of our fears, choosing instead to add to them. The format has as little variation as a church service, the whoops and cheers of the faithful as predictable as psalms. There are no industry awards for keynotes, even the most brazen hype machines cant...
