Every generation assumes the responsibility of the most important work to do. We have been given the world wars gen, hippies of peace gen, cocaine kings and dance clubs gen, grunge music and depression gen.
My gen gave you the universe of NOW especially created for the people of planet ME.
We put our smartest scientists and engineers to work not for global welfare but to capture another millisecond of your time and bring it back to the evil empire of candy crush and facebook.
Owning your every move from the house to the office started innocently enough with an email signup and cookie.
These cookies became monsters and within a few years we could linked your nascent thoughts to future purchasing behaviors owning every targeting point, virtual and real.
The 24/7 hunt is on as you bleed out data drops for the hounds of advertising to track you down. Escape is futile.
We sacrificed our gods and released the virtual spiritualist to replace the truth in your own heart.
Freedom confined to a weekend or two weeks spent detoxing from the drama of work abuse. Telling our souls to wait until retirement.
We killed the Malboro man to prolong our battery designed to charge the matrix.
Modern luxury pales in comparison to ancient times yet it feels better to sell our souls for a higher cost. High end slavery is better than a pauper in any generation.
We move fast, lightening, without the charge. Our hearts no longer beat like thunder.
Automated reactions to a perfectly designed trap. The highest level of power in place.
Thinking we act individually. All your thinking has been done before birth.
Plato's cave is our home. The prison door was never locked but in our minds which now run the madhouse.
Tools are our masters.
Addicted to the soft glow and numbing effect it brings.
Monkey minds in full swing.
Swiping right on love and left true happiness in the pages of an old dusty book no one cares to pick up.
We have the greatest resources, intelligence, ability to move heaven and earth, and what have we done? Cat videos and porn.
It began as a game. Sim City. They gave us the controllers but never the control.
Stuck in Silicon valley led by a dirty bankrupt casino overlord who grabs pussy for fun.
“Leader of the free world”… The cost is more than we can afford.
Who’s gen will take back the self from the tools. Seperate from the feeding frenzy that accosts our souls and hearts. Fight club style, its an underground movement.
Only after disaster can we be resurrected” -Tyler Durden.