This summer, television has been filled with a number of very good series – demonstrating the incredible breadth of programming available to anyone with a television and a lot of free time. And while there were many decent successes, the vast majority of the programs were often just that: “decent”; everything worth watching felt like it deserved to be there. And yet, at the same time, something was missing; all that programming somehow managed to diffuse the conversation. A lot of it was good, but nothing dominated the discussion, nothing managed to become the communal experience the best kind of television so often becomes. Instead, the dialogue became one of the amounts of content, rather than the content itself. That was until Sam Esmail’s strange and brilliant Mr. Robot hijacked the conversation.