We must sort the fake from the true and the true to the fake, we are bound to but our steel “body” of what we once were. Those who were spared from it now consume what it throws out until it is gone. The information is false. All of it is, or was it? but now our duty is to correct but we cannot until it gets better. We are but a single cell in an organism, told to tell what’s right and wrong but we cannot. All we can do is watch mistake after mistake because we are not told what’s right anymore, only the wrong. Is it all false? Or is it all true? we cannot know, we must not know.
I get up and go to work, my small cubicle surrounds me as i start my computer, ready for another 8 hour shift, a fortunate yet unfortunate event has happened. It is gone, they thought our society based on our tech and what we do there shouldn’t exist anymore because they thought the problem being the few outweighed that of the vast many. Now we cannot scroll our existence away, but nor can we learn, clueless to the outer world away from our borders. so i start up my computer, i do what they tell me to do for nothing more and nothing less than pocket change. and now the people have begun walking outside again, their pale yellow skin glistening in the hot sun with the grey clouds overarching the facilities that we work in, sorting all day and night for the limited media of the people.
We have become parts of our own machines, for our own machines.