The Blue Man returned out of nowhere. People had long forgotten about him. Dozens of dozens of other
influencers
had replaced him since. And people were unhappy but willing to consume the content they produced. Because there just wasn't anything better to do in life.
Sometimes people might shoot up some
heroin
or have
sex
or go eat a really greasy meal. But for the most part there was nothing left to achieve in
life
except for watching people dancing and showing you neat gadgets on their phone.
"Mama said the future was going to be so bright," Carl told Lenny. "She said we ain't goin have to ever work. We can just stare at our phone and be creative all day."
"That's right you, bastard!' Lenny replied. "How do you like your life now, you punk?"
"I don't like it. I want to do something..."
"What? What?!"
"Something, creative."
There was about to be a revolution. The people were going to rise up. Find the datacenters of
TikTok
and destroy them so they no longer had to be enslaved to the endless stream of well curated content. But then The Blue Man appeared out of nowhere.
For a long time people believed the blue man was mythical figure. The tales of those who saw him kept circulating almost as legends. The blue man was a shapeshifter, constantly embodying different shades of blue in each person's imagination. He watched this entire show roll out from a distance and enjoyed it. He remained hidden in plain view for a few years, just keeping himself busy, carrying for his orchids while overlooking the city from the window of his studio in Rosenthaler platz. One day he saw someone run down by a car while crossing the street. He was looking at his phone. The driver was looking at his phone too. What a mess this world is.
Tiktok was a global phenomenon. The amount of time people wasted everyday was staggering. People stopped seeking meaning, they were just interested in the sensational. Only that.
