"We Live in Philip K. Dick's Future, Not George Orwell's or Aldous Huxley's"

"Dick was no better a prophet of technology than any science fiction writer, and was arguably worse than most. His imagined worlds jam together odd bits of fifties' and sixties' California with rocket ships, drugs, and social speculation. Dick usually wrote in a hurry and for money, and sometimes under the influence of drugs or a recent and urgent personal religious revelation.
"Still, what he captured with genius was the ontological unease of a world in which the human and the abhuman, the real and the fake, blur together."

Henry Farrell at Boston Review argues that we are moving to "a world in which technology is developing in ways that make it increasingly hard to distinguish human beings from artificial things."