A story so infuriatingly dumb, it makes Fallout 4's discussion around synths look like genre-defining literature.
Besides the humongous plot holes, one thing that makes me chuckle here is how sci-fi worlds are obsessed with the idea that humans would not only become slaves to some specific product but that we would BLINDLY TRUST said product; downright refuse the possibility of it having a defect. Ask any person who works regularly with a printer, and they probably carry a Glock in case the infernal contraption has any funny thoughts.