@ActualPerson084:

THEY SOLD US NEW TELEVISIONS WHEN WE BEGAN SEEING TEETH IN THE STATIC. NOW, THROUGH ALL THAT BLUE, SOMETHING IMMENSE IS SWIMMING TOWARD US.

THE SLEEK LIGHTLESS ÜBERS WHICH COLLECT ONE PASSENGER AFTER ANOTHER, BUT WHICH NEVER EMPTY OUT. THE TOLLS THEY DEMAND DURING SURGE PRICING.

A PRIVATE FIRM HAS WEAPONIZED THE SENSATION OF GOING TO A ROCK SHOW ALONE

LANDLINES, CHOKED WITH VEILS OF SPIDER'S WEB, WITH NO CURRENT OF VOICES TO SWEEP THEM CLEAN

REVELATION THAT, EVEN THOUGH THE U2 ALBUM'S GONE, IT MAY HAVE LAID EGGS IN OUR PHONES

TILDA SWINTON HAS FOLLOWED YOU INTO A CRAWL SPACE: AN EXHIBIT AT MoMA

ONCE ELLO REACHES ENOUGH ACTIVE ACCOUNTS, VENTURE CAPITALISTS ARE FREE TO SELL THE USER BASE TO A COMPANY THAT "PROCESSES BONES."

INCREASINGLY DESPERATE GOOGLE SEARCH FOR "HOW MANY SHADOWS SHOULD I HAVE?"

THE WORLD TILTS ALONG SOME AWFUL AXIS. YOU UNDERSTAND BITCOIN NOW. YOUR FACE PRESSED TO THE FLOOR, HOWLING ABOUT A DISAPPEARING MOUNTAIN.

THE BRAND OF BOTTLED WATER THAT NEVER QUITE DRIES AFTER A SPILL, ITS CONSUMERS GOING ABOUT THEIR LIVES WITH DRIPPING HANDS AND CHINS.

YOUR PHONE CLUTCHING YOU WITH FRIGHTENED LITTLE CLAWS WHENEVER YOU MOVE TO SET IT DOWN.

Previously, previously, previously.