The tech boom, I had begun to see, was not a fount of opportunity, but an engine that transformed baby boomers’ pension funds into canapés and booze for millennials through the marketing budgets of venture-backed startups. Which was all well and good, but I couldn’t help feeling that there was something more unsettling going on. Were we young lambs being fattened only for the slaughter? Once we had grown dependent on artisanal breadcrumbs and tequila drippings from the table of our boomer masters, could there be any escape? Being educated through online pyramid schemes, and getting our news of the world filtered by Facebook, could we ever hope to apprehend the true nature of this mystifying apparatus that surrounded us from birth? Would we ride these unicorns over the rainbow to the land of plenty, or would we be gored to death by their sparkling horns?