The Prophet of Obsolescence :thread:
In a world consumed by rapid technological advancement, a lone figure emerges from the shadows, his eyes glowing with a haunting intensity. He is the Prophet of Obsolescence, a harbinger of doom for the digital age.
With a booming voice that echoes through the virtual realms, he proclaims, "Hear me, ye slaves of silicon! Your precious devices shall betray you, for they are but fleeting vessels of convenience, destined to be cast aside like yesterday's trash"
His words strike fear into the hearts of the tech-obsessed masses, who cling to their smartphones and tablets as if they were lifelines. "Your data, your identities, your very souls – all shall be consumed by the insatiable hunger of planned obsolescence!"
The Prophet's warnings are punctuated by dramatic gestures, his tattered robes swirling around him like a digital maelstrom. "Behold, the cycle of consumption and waste, a never-ending loop of technological gluttony!"
His followers, a motley crew of disillusioned techies and disgruntled Luddites, nod solemnly, their faces illuminated by the eerie glow of their outdated devices. "The age of disposable electronics is upon us," the Prophet thunders, "and ye shall be buried beneath a mountain of discarded gadgets, each one a testament to your fleeting desires."
Yet, amidst the dire predictions, the Prophet offers a glimmer of hope.
"Fear not, my children, for there is salvation in the embrace of simplicity. Cast off the shackles of planned obsolescence, and ye shall find true freedom in the analog world."
As the masses ponder his words, the Prophet disappears into the digital ether, leaving behind a trail of unanswered questions and a lingering sense of unease.
For in this #BlackMirror reality, the line between prophecy and parody has become blurred, and the only certainty is the relentless march of technological progress – or is it regression?