First came language. Then the written word. Books evolved on every subject. There were funny books, angry books, sad, and romantic books. Sagacious and deceiving books. Then came the digital age. And things changed as things do. And with it came the algorithms. The Algorithms. Bots to create the stories we read, the histories we believe, the opinions we share, and the news we trust. Crime became the expression, and self-expression became the crime. But laws only prohibit, they don’t prevent. And so follows this tale I tell from the grave.
Tuesday, October 15, 2019
I set the biosensor on the iWatch to publish the story two minutes after my heart stops. Two minutes to cover any technical anomalies that the Almighty Apple might incur.
Day begins like every other, plain fucking shitty. Then, it turns miraculous. I should have known then shit was up…