the wage slaves are constantly under drugs, lulled, their minds tied to the neural interface. imagine feeling huge braille letters with your whole body. now imagine doing that in reverse, emiting into the virtual space a huge string of characters out of your body. this is what the neural interface is like, except you do it automatically, without consciously thinking about it. when you direct a thought at the system, you think as much about the symbols as you think about phonemes when you mutter a comment into a dictaphone. the reply from the system is a titillation in the back of your head, you can choose to appreciate or ignore it. but the slaves are virtually remote controlled by the system. they still can decide when they can't bear the strain on their muscles any longer, or the hubbub, and need a break. but when they get back to work, all they do is think "work ... work ... work" and the system takes over control, using their limbs as actuators. at the end of the day, they hardly know what they were doing.