Libby is so good at writing plays that explore the intersection of technology and humanity, crafting nuanced, thought-provoking stories that also work as propulsive, finely wrought pieces of drama. He presents us with a doozy here, a sort of corporate espionage story that examines tech companies' culpability for the applications of their technology and the impossibility of turning the messiness of humanity into standardized data. We humans are deeply flawed, so how can we expect what we create to be flawless?
Libby is so good at writing plays that explore the intersection of technology and humanity, crafting nuanced, thought-provoking stories that also work as propulsive, finely wrought pieces of drama. He presents us with a doozy here, a sort of corporate espionage story that examines tech companies' culpability for the applications of their technology and the impossibility of turning the messiness of humanity into standardized data. We humans are deeply flawed, so how can we expect what we create to be flawless?