you wake up to the default alarm on your phone to a sea of notifications which you clear away without reading. you ask the machine what you should eat for dinner tonight.
the machine says you should eat McDonald's®, which you can order through the McDonald's® app by talking to the McDonald's® machine.
you open TikTok® to watch the predominant form of Content, which of course is clips from podcasts and IRL streams. you do this for 2 hours before you have to get up for your job.
you go to work and you ask the machine to do your job. while it plugs away you open X® (formerly Twitter).
you see a video of a palestinian child missing 3 limbs, then a post where someone asks "what's the best kind of cheese?", then 3 news articles about the collapse of civil rights, then an ad for the new movie.
the new movie, out now, only on Netflix®, is a sequel to the last reboot of a series you remember enjoying one of, at some time in the past.
you remember how much fun it was to go to the movies when you were a kid.
you get home from work angry from your commute. you're pretty much a little angry all the time and you don't know why.
you ask the machine to order you a Big Mac® from McDonald's®. it's delivered to you in around 30 minutes for around 30 dollars by a woman whose side mirror has been broken for around 3 months.
she shuffles away quickly so the machine doesn't punish her for inefficiency, making 5 dollars plus the 3 dollar tip you gave her.
you tell your television to hey Alexa®, go to Netflix® and start up the new movie, out now, only on Netflix®. Alexa® complies with your request.
as the credits roll, you ask the machine how you felt about the movie. it tells you that you thought it was pretty good.
"good enough at least to make me forget" you say in your head, the last place that hasn't been colonized, molded, maximized by the machine