Post by Cuppy on Sept 3, 2020 8:30:03 GMT
|| It's All Connected ||
Character: Social Media, AU of New Media
I’ve been laughing my shapely ass off when one of the old ones - Hermes by name - tried to go with the flow of modern times and founded a company to deliver packages across Europe. He was the friggin’ God of Communication, and he wasted his time with driving parcels around the Old World. How shabby, how inefficient.
That was 1972, so thirty years ago. But now a new millenium has arrived, and it’s time for something new. Something fancy, and shiny, and to finally feed the need of humankind to express themselves in 140 characters or less. To show their boring, insignificant self to the world, as if it would make any difference if they appeared on a screen or not. I didn’t care though if it mattered for the world, because it mattered for /me/. I know a whole religion can be built on this new kinda media and to not call it what it was - “Platform to Enable Anonymous Hatred’ - Imma call it something nice. Something social. Social Media. Yes, this sounds like something you’d have to be a part of. It sounds friendly and like a bunch of people having fun.
Oh, people are so gullible. They enroll their petty selves with my new platforms by the thousands, not knowing that it will take over their whole lives. Yes, worship me, you Facebook flashers and Twitter peeps. Gimme all your data and make me big, make me strong.
I have my feet on the desk, looking at my new followers on an old-fashioned screen. Yes, I kinda like the steampunk look of my room. Where the Old Gods would need a temple, I only need a PC and a wire and a screen. And believe me, I’m gonna convince Technical Boy one day to make all this even smaller. A handheld device to carry around, to post and tweet from everywhere, with the Internet being wireless and all around you. Like a God, really. Most of it is already there, but the humans have to get used to it. And once they’re hooked, they won’t let go. Because I’m amazeballs.
“Oh yes, give me all your pictures of your dogs and kids and tell me about your location. This knowledge will be my power.”
That was 1972, so thirty years ago. But now a new millenium has arrived, and it’s time for something new. Something fancy, and shiny, and to finally feed the need of humankind to express themselves in 140 characters or less. To show their boring, insignificant self to the world, as if it would make any difference if they appeared on a screen or not. I didn’t care though if it mattered for the world, because it mattered for /me/. I know a whole religion can be built on this new kinda media and to not call it what it was - “Platform to Enable Anonymous Hatred’ - Imma call it something nice. Something social. Social Media. Yes, this sounds like something you’d have to be a part of. It sounds friendly and like a bunch of people having fun.
Oh, people are so gullible. They enroll their petty selves with my new platforms by the thousands, not knowing that it will take over their whole lives. Yes, worship me, you Facebook flashers and Twitter peeps. Gimme all your data and make me big, make me strong.
I have my feet on the desk, looking at my new followers on an old-fashioned screen. Yes, I kinda like the steampunk look of my room. Where the Old Gods would need a temple, I only need a PC and a wire and a screen. And believe me, I’m gonna convince Technical Boy one day to make all this even smaller. A handheld device to carry around, to post and tweet from everywhere, with the Internet being wireless and all around you. Like a God, really. Most of it is already there, but the humans have to get used to it. And once they’re hooked, they won’t let go. Because I’m amazeballs.
“Oh yes, give me all your pictures of your dogs and kids and tell me about your location. This knowledge will be my power.”
#BigGoddessIsWatchingYou