If I had a dream and I saw a man punching little holes in the sky and each little piece that came out and fell to the ground was a transistor, then I'd say that's how it happened.
And if that dream ended with a man standing before a mountain of garbage yelling, "Give me back the sky!" then yes, that would be it.
I say an insect sees like this. Eyes like TV screens and sunshine. A tiny metal mind undistracted.
In rain; it does nothing. It waits.