And then there were the forgotten ones. In their own private bunkers.
The ones in hiding. In a bunker. In quarantine. For today, for next week, maybe forever, who knew when things would really get better. It was officially a shit show. If monkeys threw shit on a wall, this is the pattern we would perceive there. Fucked up shit. Shit to think about. And lots and lots of time to think about it. Hiding in a bunker.
The forgotten ones were like survivalists. They were in it for the long haul. In it for the duration, hiding out as long as it would take during the long road ahead. Until the all clear whistle sounded out. And even then. Who knew? You needed to be careful. You needed to be sure. And even then.
Don’t do anything stupid. Take precautions. Be aware.
You needed to restrict your options. For safety
The forgotten ones had Rokus and Netflix and Hulu and Amazon Prime and HBO and CBS Online, and Stingray Qello and Comedy Central, and PBS, and lord knows what else. Although we do know it was a lot of stuff.
The golden age of television series. And a global pandemic was the perfect time to watch them all. Over and over again. If you watched them long enough the patterns began to appear. The information started to make sense. You needed to write it down. Before you forgot. Or before the shimmers got to you. The shimmers were bad, so bad, oh god, make them stop….
So the forgotten ones stayed in their bunkers.
Foregoing the little things in life, like ice cream, unless they were pioneer inventors and made it from scratch, or they had easy access to Grub Hub delivery.
Either way the little things were important. To keep your sanity. In an insane world. As civilization collapsed into a heap of dust and other more disgusting stuff right before your very own eyes. You couldn’t look away, you just had to watch, watch it all burn, watch it all burn down.
While everyone got closer. Closer to each other. Flinging glistening sweat from their bodies, splattering it onto everyone around them, coughing viral particles out of the wind pipe, into the mouth, then expelling them into the room, and out into the world. Spreading everything that was wonderful and even better. At least that is what they told me. The minders. The people who watched over us.
If they were even people. Could be sentient AI-bots for all anyone really knew about them.
You know, the ones who curated the official hateful memes dataset.
The one used by FutureBook to curate ‘hateful’ or ‘down-right evil’ things from the space-time continuum data stream.
Now 'hateful' was bad. No one liked to hear it. No one liked to hear about it. A lot of paperwork had to be filled out. Endless pain in the ass. But it was those ‘down-right evil’ things you really needed to worry about.
Cleaning up speech so it was all politically correct was fine and dandy, but evil stuff slipping through the cracks in the space time continuum could actually kill you. Who knew what kind of bad stuff was lurking in there, on the other side of reality. Nothing good, that was for sure. And it was just itching to get out, to get out of it’s cage.
Now evil entities could be big or small. From giant Godzilla sized monsters to smaller armored primates who flew in and stole fruit, they came in all sorts of sizes, all the way down to tiny hard to see bacteria and viruses. Interstellar viruses were always a major concern. Because you had no immunity. While they on the other hand just loved to munch on you. You were a real special tasty treat to them.
Especially worrisome were colony viruses. That coordinated their actions together. Using a very simple transmission protocol structure, they could hyper network, work together as one, as a giant computational cluster. Yeah, that was what you had to be concerned about. Self-sentient viral clusters slipping through the cracks and then wrecking havoc as they fucked everything up while trying to find diner. And they were hungry. Very hungry.
Now no one had ever thought to wonder if the hateful memes dataset would ever become self-sentient. Become too smart for it’s own britches.
And why would you? Why would you concern yourself about such things?
When there were much more important things to tingle your neural connections.
Like Gabby Cat (TM). What adorable thing was she up to now? Check in now at the Gabby Cat online-store to find out now. Download the Gabby Cat app. So you will always know. All the time.
Let her talk to you in your sleep. She will tell you to do things. Things you will later forget about.
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