I look from my tower of freedom, unshackled by chains at the unenlightened masses of cattle.
The masses, they scream and beg for their cattleman, Gabe Newell. They beg for SteamOS.
I laugh a hearty, booming laugh. Out of the frying pan, into the fire, they want one proprietery DRM overlord overthrown by another.
I pay no mind to these fools, I lean back and recline with my GNU booted T400, and launch Tux Racer, aiming to beat a new high score.
