Imaginary Conversation
Prose. I guess.
Imaginary conversation with imaginary great-(possibly great-great-great) grandchild.
"So it was 1999, and the future seemed very very bright. Optimism was super up, WIRED magazine had an entire issue about how insanely GREAT everything was, and was going to be. The internet was going to MAKE IT ALL GOOD. Access to every single last point of data, for everyone. We'll all be connected. It was WONDERFUL.
"And then... Well. It turned out to be both the best, AND the worst thing that had ever happened to mankind. See, the problem was, all the sad, angry, pathetic, weak, twisted fucks had previously been isolated. Every 'village' had an idiot, but they were constantly held in place by societal niceties. Everyone around them LAUGHED them into submission. They were a tiny minority.
"The internet CONNECTED them. Suddenly, they had FRIENDS, Like-minded horrible cunts. They formed TRIBES, and MOVEMENTS.
"We, me, the other internet evangelists, WE opened the door to that. We were arrogant, unthinking, hubristic whores to a machine we didn't know we were building, cog-by-cog, chip-by-chip. Entirely and stupidly unaware that the billionaire sociopaths would rape us until we were but as HUSKS.
"It turned out that the Global Village had MILLIONS of idiots. It was incredibly hard to stop them, once we had unleashed them. We were way too kind at the start. We should have stamped on them HARD. It wasn't until twenty-twenty...oooh, six, I guess, most definitely seven. 2027, we crushed the stupid cruel little fucking bugs, in the way that they deserved. For the sake of all of us.
"For YOUR sake, dear child. How the hell _I_ got through it, I'll never know. Blessed, I guess. Looked after, perhaps, by something!
"I am 400 years old in a few years. And I feel younger than ever, dear heart."
"Sorry Granddad, wot? I was trying to reach Adem-486 on PCb, but the mote is playing up. AGAIN! What the fuck do we pay Amarixon even FOR? Go on, what were you saying?"
*smiles* "Nothing love. I wasn't saying anything. I'm just an old old man. Grumbling away, as ever. Give 486 my love. I’m gonna stretch my legs. Sunset's nigh, and I still ain't sick of it. See you in a bit."
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