How did humanity became so complacent?

The world populace is a neutered people. Its humanity has been domesticated. All of the issues that we as humans face derive from this one simple ideal. We have been domesticated as a whole and live in a multitude of virtual farms. Imagine what happens to the goldfish you have been raising in his comfy little bowl for years when you put him into an open lake? Some pets manage to run away for periods of time but the vast majority of them find their way back home, desperate to receive any part of the amenities they left behind for their brief stint at freedom. We are inside the most sophisticated prison ever conceived. A flick of a switch and the electricity which is central to western lives can be prevented from powering our home. Another switch and the town or city could be shut down. Another switch and the nation goes black. The hands on the switches maybe other pets doing there job, but they will do what they are told for fear that the hand above their own will turn off the switch that powers there lives. Thousands of these switches are in place to control us. Food is a major one water is another. Shelter and the basics to allow a shelter to be more than a cardboard box is the third mandatory one. Of course the dependency on medications such as caffeine sugar nicotine fast food elicit drugs alcohol pornography television the Internet communication and a plethora of other useful and not so useful things are in place to give meaning to our fishbowl lives. Just like our escapee pets we have little too no ability to even comprehend never mind exist for any extended period of time outside of our little cages, and will inevitably return once the reality of our freedom becomes apparent. The more adventurous of our species pretends periodically during the height of the appropriate season of course, that we yet retain the semblance of our cultural heritage and braves the wild in the annual or semi annual camping trip. The trip begins by getting permission first from a handler, with hopes and carefully constructed memories which are worn down by the actuality until nothing resides in our minds but the eventual call of our cage beckoning us back to the simplicity we are enslaved too. Imagine that same camping trip with none of the things we cannot exist without. Reducing our requirements to the basics of food water and shelter, as miserable an existence that would be for most of us. Still our food and water are provided in our pet food dishes known as groceries stores. All dependent on the generosity of our masters. Of course these things are provided for a cost, which we purchase with our debit cards. Everything we need is directly tied to these debit cards which we get through performing tasks for our masters. So in these we find yet another switch to turn everything off. 100 years ago people were much better prepared to survive and it still took a heavy toll on them. The last hundred years have been the period during which everything in life has escalated and developed to the state we have today. A person from 100 years ago would feel like they were living on another planet if they arrived here now. The skills they had are virtually obsolete today and sadly they are the exact skills that were developed for millenia. We have never been more enslaved then we are today and our masters no this. The slightest pressure on any portion of our infrastructure quickly reasserts our total dependency. Just the smallest nudge is so uncomfortable and carries the promise of this dystopia so thoroughly that regardless of the perception we develop of our cage and prisons we objectively return to them to face the punishment for disobedience. This is the state of humanity today. It is the most noble of ideals to desire freedom, sadly the majority would be killed by it long before they could reacquire the ability to truly live it. Bravado on the internet makes it appear as though the masses will tear down the doors and walls of their oppressive prisons. But, the reality of it all is that we built them and would rebuild them even if the price we paid for returning was the lives of our own children. Just to huddle together in our broken world's knowing we were permanently enslaved. The true prison is in our minds and the key is out of reach for most. We sold it to build our "safe place". It takes what seems like an eternity to find the keys to our vehicle when they are lost. Imagine how difficult the quest for something that only existed in our minds.