Darn kids don't know how good they have it

A man who remembers typing his high-school papers on a typewriter kvetches:

... I'm old. These kids these days are taking the reins of this marvelous new technology. But it starts to seem a bit like the same old, same old corporate machine, gears driving up numbers on a spreadsheet. And that's a betrayal.

Don't you kids know this is supposed to feel groundbreaking, illicit, gleamingly futuristic and alien? How can you drive all those pixels and polygons through the same old wargames, the same old violence and degradation? ...