Good morning! It's a cloudy day here where I live in the far-off futuristic year of 2022, and a notoriously rich internet shitposter has just purchased the digital platform
from which he assails our collective psyches with his trademark pablum.
Twitter has become, for better or worse, something akin to the bulletin board of the world, and use of it is basically inescapable if you're an employee of the Attention (or Entertainment) Economy. It's also home to pretty much every single one of the world's official brand accounts, reporting agencies big and small (as well as individual/independent reporters who put in the work), the propaganda offices of various governments, a poster who tracks the movements of the aforementioned Rich Shitposter's private plane, and dril. Suffice it to say, whether anyone likes it or not, Twitter has become pretty important in matters of staying informed about current events, which you would think would lend it to becoming a public utility, but I guess not!
I don't know about y'all, but this doesn't really feel like the cool and sleek cyberpunk dystopia I was promised by Gibson and Stephenson; it feels like a shitty rough approximation of their works, observed through a filter of abject dreck as conjured by a 4chan poster during a particularly lucid fever dream after huffing too much epoxy fumes and chugging caffeinated Gamer Girl Bath Water. Can't say I'm a fan.