I looked up from my phone...and civilization was gone

​This might sound like a Twilight Zone episode but,
it actually happened the other day.
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After a round of golf, a bunch of us were sitting in the coffee shop.
The guy next to me--instead of speaking--sent me a text.
While sitting two feet away.
He never made eye contact.

It wasn't some secret message, or something that might be embarrassing if the other people heard it. It's normal now...how he's been conditioned by SkyNet to communicate.
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Now, sure, that might be a subtle commentary on my personality.
But I prefer to think of it as a bold statement about society.
And technology.

And in the fifteen years or so since the introduction of the iPhone, we've been turned into mush brained servants, harvested for money by the tech bros, just like humanity was harvested for power in The Matrix.

The smartphone didn’t just enslave humanity—it gave us Stockholm Syndrome with push notifications. We don’t use our phones anymore. We serve them. Obediently. Worshipfully. Like tiny digital cult members, hunched over glowing rectangles, waiting for our next dopamine pellet from the slot machine of despair.

And who benefits from this glorious arrangement? Not us. We’ve got spinal curvature and attention spans shorter than a salamander. But somewhere, in a mansion shaped like a USB-C port, a tech billionaire is adding another zero to his net worth every time you click “Skip Ad” and watch the ad anyway.

We’ve been turned into zombies, sure—but not the cool movie kind that chase people and moan. No. We’re the boring zombies. We scroll. We swipe. We watch videos of other people watching videos. We're influenced by influencers.

And the worst part? We like it. We defend it. Who cares if evil forces know all our personal secrets---you can't take my phone away! We bring our phones to bed, to dinner, to the bathroom—especially the bathroom. Our ancestors hunted mammoths. We… screenshot memes on the toilet.

The revolution won’t be televised. It’ll be livestreamed. With ads. Probably sponsored by Meta.

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