What I'm thinking when I am thinking about power

Basically I want to explain the general idea of what I might do. This idea is hereby taken and cannot be used unless I say that I will not be doing it. 

When the topic was raised for the project I stumbled around in my head about power relationships and the obvious ones were all there. I didn't feel very connected to any of those. So I thought about what I power relationship I have direct experience with. Technology. So I thought about how technology has changed my life. I thought about the what it has helped me with and what it has hindered me with. I conjured up two images in my head that I want to recreate in a story with illustrations. 

The images: 

I saw a young adult sitting at a desk. On the desk was a computer. He was typing or searching the web. There were cables snaking around the chair and up behind his head where they where plugged in. More cables descended down and wrapped around his wrists and ankles effectively making him a marionette. 

The other image was of a peaceful and quiet village. The people there bartered and traded for everything. Money was rarely used. But crawling all around the village was an army of cell phones, pda's, laptops, digital cameras, iPods, and many other things. They were stalking the people. It was moments before war. 

Digital Revolution

Brian pulled out his desk chair and sat down. He opened the laptop. The screen blinked on and filled the dark room. Stretched shadows grew bold on the far wall. He clicked the internet icon. A window popped up displaying subject lines for three unread emails. A "read now" bubble flashed red. Brian closed the window. He clicked on his music files. The folder came up but was eclipsed with the email window again. 

"Dumb computer's trying to make me do stuff again," Doug, Brian's friend, had said a couple of nights ago at a bar. 

"What kind of things?" Brian had said.

"Darn thing keeps flashing my unread messages until I read them. And yesterday it wouldn't let me turn it off. Said it was updating or something," Doug had said. 

"Did you try pressing the power button until it turned off?" Brian had said.

"I'm not an idiot. I swear it is watching what I do. Listen. I think we are about to be taken over or something," Doug had said. 

"Not your digital revolution conspiracy," Brian had said.

"Just like the industrial revolution. It was pushed on those people then too," Doug had said.

Brian shook his head and closed the email window again. Again it popped up. The cursor slowly moved over to the subject line. Brian stared at the mouse connected to his laptop and his unmoving hand on it. "No," he breathed. 

Brian put his hands on the desk and pushed back. The rolling chair didn't move. He lifted his hand to the small power button next to the screen and pressed it. He pressed it again. Nothing happened. Brian pulled the screen down and out of the back of the computer were several thin metal flexible tubing running toward the wall and down to the floor. 

The metal tubing was wrapped around his ankles and chair. More tubes shot around Brian's wrists and pulled them away from the computer. The screen righted itself. Brian pulled against the tubes. They pulled back. 

"Now Brian, no use to struggle," a sweet female voice issued from the speakers. 

"What? Let me go," Brian pulled harder. A drop of blood ran down one of the tubes from his wrist. 

Three more tubes with tiny drills snaked up behind his head. The drills started spinning. Each one had a shrill high pitched noise. 

"What's that? Where's that noise coming from," Brian said.

"Relax, Brian," the computer said.