Jerry's Writing Twitter.
Behind this cut is today's sampling of either Micro-Fiction or Cereal for Twits... Err... Twitter Serials.
20:12 "What the hell was that, Jack? You always seize up and mumble shit about messages from your sponsor?" I shake my head again, disoriented. #
20:17 "Didn't the second Privacy Act make them stop putting that shit in your head?" Jimmy stutters. He's clearly concerned. "Isn't it illegal?" #
20:17 The Privacy Act of 2012. The law that ensured that no one has any privacy whatsoever. Computers, television, print - it's all locked down. #
20:19 The tradeoff for using your personal computers and data as they see fit was this - Advertisers can no longer fuck with your mind. #
20:20 These advertisements were illegalized because they seriously fuck you up. They make you see, hear and smell - worse, they make you feel. #
20:23 Not just the sense of touch, they make you feel whatever they like. They make you feel sick, then relieved when the medicine comes through. #
20:25 They make you feel ashamed when your meager tennis shoes cost you the big game, then thrilled when your Air Jockos win you the championship. #
20:34 But they were illegalized - with one exception. "They're not illegal if you sign up for them," I tell him. "It pays alright, so, whatever." #
20:35 "Whatever? They're fucking with your brain. That doesn't bother you?" He shakes his head and removes a small disc from his pocket. #
20:36 He begins rifling through the room, checking corners, vents, furniture - he's paranoid. Whatever he's carrying must be big. #
20:39 "I'm not bugged, kid. What the hell do you have that's so damned terrifying?" I pull out a smoke, light it, and watch him carry on. #
20:43 "I have to be sure, Jack. You know what's on this disc?" He sticks it under my nose, staring hard into my eyes. He's starting to scare me. #
20:45 "No, I don't know what's on it. But it's gonna be your sphincter in about three seconds if you don't get it out of my face." #
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20:12 "What the hell was that, Jack? You always seize up and mumble shit about messages from your sponsor?" I shake my head again, disoriented. #
20:17 "Didn't the second Privacy Act make them stop putting that shit in your head?" Jimmy stutters. He's clearly concerned. "Isn't it illegal?" #
20:17 The Privacy Act of 2012. The law that ensured that no one has any privacy whatsoever. Computers, television, print - it's all locked down. #
20:19 The tradeoff for using your personal computers and data as they see fit was this - Advertisers can no longer fuck with your mind. #
20:20 These advertisements were illegalized because they seriously fuck you up. They make you see, hear and smell - worse, they make you feel. #
20:23 Not just the sense of touch, they make you feel whatever they like. They make you feel sick, then relieved when the medicine comes through. #
20:25 They make you feel ashamed when your meager tennis shoes cost you the big game, then thrilled when your Air Jockos win you the championship. #
20:34 But they were illegalized - with one exception. "They're not illegal if you sign up for them," I tell him. "It pays alright, so, whatever." #
20:35 "Whatever? They're fucking with your brain. That doesn't bother you?" He shakes his head and removes a small disc from his pocket. #
20:36 He begins rifling through the room, checking corners, vents, furniture - he's paranoid. Whatever he's carrying must be big. #
20:39 "I'm not bugged, kid. What the hell do you have that's so damned terrifying?" I pull out a smoke, light it, and watch him carry on. #
20:43 "I have to be sure, Jack. You know what's on this disc?" He sticks it under my nose, staring hard into my eyes. He's starting to scare me. #
20:45 "No, I don't know what's on it. But it's gonna be your sphincter in about three seconds if you don't get it out of my face." #
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