"And they all lived miserably ever after, because the people who use the list were always miserable people to being with, and everyone else has to live with the fallout of the miserable abusive people's list."
The village thought the list was gone. The idiots had scattered, their spreadsheets exposed, their platforms abandoned. But penance is never simple and forgiveness is never free.
From the ashes of the first list rises a phantom one - not written by hand, but conjured by bots. Thousands of voices echo in perfect unison, drowning out truth with manufactured outrage. The villagers, desperate to prove they are not idiots themselves, join the chorus, mistaking noise for wisdom.
This time, the menace is invisible. The lists are endless, the penance eternal. And those who fail to learn the lesson of the first story will find themselves trapped in the second - a world where the idiot is no longer flesh and blood, but code and algorithm.
The phantom waits. Begin the penance does.
Bows(Once more)
People like Randi, and maybe this nurse who hates cheerleaders, will adopt whatever they can to get their ends sought out. It's just the next phase of fascism shining through, although instead of a 'Master race' this time it is more certainly the most 'Inferior class' which is all encompassing.
I'll amend your ending:
"And they all lived miserably ever after, because the people who use the list were always miserable people to being with, and everyone else has to live with the fallout of the miserable abusive people's list."
Ending? I was hoping for a sequel personally :)
The village thought the list was gone. The idiots had scattered, their spreadsheets exposed, their platforms abandoned. But penance is never simple and forgiveness is never free.
From the ashes of the first list rises a phantom one - not written by hand, but conjured by bots. Thousands of voices echo in perfect unison, drowning out truth with manufactured outrage. The villagers, desperate to prove they are not idiots themselves, join the chorus, mistaking noise for wisdom.
This time, the menace is invisible. The lists are endless, the penance eternal. And those who fail to learn the lesson of the first story will find themselves trapped in the second - a world where the idiot is no longer flesh and blood, but code and algorithm.
The phantom waits. Begin the penance does.
People like Randi, and maybe this nurse who hates cheerleaders, will adopt whatever they can to get their ends sought out. It's just the next phase of fascism shining through, although instead of a 'Master race' this time it is more certainly the most 'Inferior class' which is all encompassing.