STAGE 0
A lovely Monday in the middle of May, George Orwell’s famous year
The future of social media is born
Brother to three sisters
Dad to three baby girls
… father-to-be of a special kind of darkness
I can code a better book of faces just need a few weeks yea I’ll do it for me not for thee
Twinkle twins
I know how people tick
I know how to make them click
inside outside in here out there they all click for me lining up signing up because you have to be in with the cool crowd only the cool kids get in
Are you cool enough to be on my platform
So happy together
Dumb f*cks
STAGE I
Crimson login data trails stain the paths I take but you’ll never find them I’m too young and smart for you
It’s still contained, it’s just a “Harvard thing” well maybe a few more Ivy Leagues
Drop out ya dork and rent a place in Palo Alto, Pete will set you up
They’ll all come knocking on your door
A few will want to knock it down
One billion. Three hundred million. Look what they’re throwing at you all the big boys want you now
Well I don’t want them I can do it better smarter faster and I want it all for me
Class B is gold
Aww too bad I got 90% of the 10x votes
392 million shares
I’m both CEO and the chair of the board
whattaya gonna do
I got an empire to build that’s bigger than Rome
Deny, delay, deflect, dissemble
Wait for the damn media to stop yapping
Whistling in our faces rights ethics morals useless bs
The mission the mission at all costs
I kinda like gold chains now
Does my hair look dorky
Lizard or reptile?
STAGE II
Move fast and break everyone
Take it 70,000 to 3 billion users in 20 years
Users be used, that’s what they’re for
A predator’s gotta eat
Your data is our blood
Clicks coursing through cables overland and undersea
Angiogenesis
Names addresses emails and telephones, birthdays anniversaries and vacation plans, all your moves and all your movements, what you buy and what you don’t who you talk to who you block what you say morning night and after dark phone laptop tablet desktop GPS Wi-Fi cellular Bluetooth we inhale it all because you’re the one who’s addicted no choice none that’s yours that’s the one thing we’re not selling what’s that you say you don’t use the platform we still track you. Do you have friends? Of course you do. They’ll upload you too and you’ll never know it
And if that fails our partners will catch you in their pixeled dragnets
Nowhere to click where you could hide
All that you say all that you do all that you think you’re much too scrumptious
hahaha
We’re in everything you touch now
STAGE III
Innovation? Buy or bury it
Competition? Buy or bury it
Money solves everything when you’ve got oceans of it (and a yacht or two)
Let them do the hard work, they’ll take the exit
They got better ideas? Working harder than us? Peeling away our users?
Buy the bastards.
One big B for that photo sharing app. Two B’s for the virtual eyes. Nineteen B’s for the messaging app. What’s that, snappy chatty fingers don’t wanna bite? Then clone them and embed them in the Family. Make them all an offer they can’t refuse
Crush it
Crush it good
Winning is good strong masculine energy we need more of that in our bored rooms
No more friending that was child’s plays
No more hiding go play with children
Time to go META
STAGE IV
Meta stack
Horizontal vertical diagonal we’ve gone full meta stack
php java c++ python mysql linux erlang cassandra is a memcached scribe with a bigpipe in the haystack throw it some apache thrift and varnish it all
Meta stats
Data about data studies about studies all done with AI in nano fractions of the time
Catch us if you can
Meta static
Big numbers but we’re growing cold
Got half the world but they’re getting old
Metastasis
Tentacles spread a virus mutates a plague multiplies a fungus propagates
A cancer feeds … on unchecked power
Meta stasi
Relentless ears all-seeing eyes suppress oppress repress all thought that’s not like ours
Intimidate, isolate, character assassinate, reputation annihilate
Know everything about everyone
Meta/nic verses
Build them a fake universe and parse everything they do
מתה is the feminine dead
Do you not speak your own people’s language
Do you not see the irony
No why
Mental health who cares
Child exploitation who cares
Privacy who cares
Data security who cares
Human rights who cares
Democracy who cares
We don’t
We don’t know who we are
anymore
“All of these problems at the end of the day are human problems”
You’re human too Mark
This cold makes me old
As the world dies in shrieks and whispers
Fools on the rise
Sociopaths our demise
Reality digitized
Poison ingested without whimper.
I wonder in vain at so much pain
Blithely inflicted and ingested
My calm hides a rage
In the invisible cage
As the wisdom of age
Coils at all that should be detested.
Is my alienation complete?
Or shall I still speak? Into this binary void
That feeds on humanity
Are my words but a waste
A reality I must face?
In our last fight for human parity.