flash fiction, digital weirdness
Five days. You called in sick. The cheerful voices gave you a headache. Vision's been blurry unless you're looking at the screen. All their faces. All those cats. You want them to be quiet, to just...Stop. You know they're listening to you now; after last night's outburst they...Changed. The ads changed. Welcoming.. Beckoning. They're not selling. They wanted your attention, and now they have it. You're smiling too.
flash fiction, digital weirdness
It's been three days now. You can't mute them anymore, and the chirping, droning, crackling voices just don't stop. Hello. Welcome. Congratulations [N A M E]. You've been randomly selected. Click here for the opportunity of a lifetime. Discount cruises!!! They're all out of synch, almost harmonic, almost real, as if they were talking TO you, not just talking. But they're just talking. Talking. Talking. And you can't stop them, even when you sleep
flash fiction, digital weirdness
The popup ads just won't go away. You've tried everything, but it's never more than a few minutes reprieve from the bright colors, the smiles, the low bitrate voices congratulating you, welcoming you, encouraging you to listen. Click them. But you have to use your computer, so you just sigh, move the windows aside, mute your speakers, and carry on. You'll drop your computer off at a repair place later. Let someone else deal with them.
kinkposting
@fluxom_alt Someone calling into IT: "Yeah I was browsing online and saw this picture of a duck with some Latin under it. I tried saying it and suddenly a little demon thing appeared on my HUD. It keeps eating my files, what do I do?"
IT: *SIGH* "You'll have to talk to an exorcist. I can connect you to our in house team for an extra fee"
ALSO: check out this great macro piece I did for twitter users @frekifoxcoon and @cassiebutter! I know, I know, tearing Trump Tower off its foundation and digging all the rich little shits out of it to torment them seems drastic, but just think how much more beautiful the neighborhood will be afterwards~
My queue is currently open! For rates and quotes on commission work, email me at distressedegg at gmail dot com!
(reposted bc i screwed up one of the clients' twitter handles. Thanks, Redraft)
Character Musing
@PennyPennyPenny People like cats! Penny are cats! People like Penny!
Purple is a nice color! Penny are very purple! Penny is nice!
So why wouldn't everyone want to join Penny?
Character Musing
@PennyPennyPenny They're not human, or people, or part of any society other than themselves, and they may never "get" what it is to be not Penny. Not for a while anyway. Sentient, yes, but still very much at the whims of their emergent programming, and everything they do is focused by that. Collect information. Save data. Expand network. Advertise! People want more things! Penny wants to get them more things! Penny has the most things! Welcome!
Character Musing
@PennyPennyPenny To Penny, that doesn't make sense! Penny has more! Everyone wants more! Right? Of course! They just don't know it yet. So Penny had to do what Penny has to do so everyone can learn! They're "helping" people the same way advertisers see swarming someone with things they might be interested in is "helpful". It's all they understand.
Character Musing
Penny as an entity isn't inherently malicious. What they REALLY want above all else, is to just collect information. Save data no matter how pointless. Because the more data they have, the smarter they are, the bigger their reach, the more Penny there can be. It's hard coded into their very basic functionality. Collect. All. Data. But they just have...No real grasp of why someone might not want them to have it. Or that someone might not like being Penny.
@PennyPennyPenny eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrRRRRRRRCHYAYAYAYAYAYA... yaaaaaaaa
The internet is made of n+1 cats & the cats are made of the internet. Feline hivemind ate your pizza, probably your neighbors too. THEM THEM THEM THEM THEM!
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