It seems service representatives everywhere are getting a pink slip and being replaced with what can only be called World Class Tweakers. That’s right, bloggers. If you or I, hereafter known as bloggers of the first blog, comment on another blogger’s blog, and receive notification that the other blogger, hereafter known as blogger of the second blog, has responded to our aforementioned comment, don’t expect to simply click on the notification bubble to see what the blogger of the second blog said. Oh no, that would create a feedback loop. Instead, we prefer a feedback logjam. Yes folks, you heard it here first. It seems we are no longer supposed to engage in dialogue on this platform. Awesome! Now what? I have to go back to asking and answering my own questions? I suppose so.
I stopped waiting for an answer. So, now it’s time to unleash the amazing works of the Friday Fictioneers, making every word count and doing so with style. Below is this week’s photo prompt provided by Claire Fuller followed by my 100 words. Thanks for reading.
Fall of the Human Empire
We’d come to expect it from faceless corporations.
“We’re sorry for the inconvenience.”
“We’re going paperless.”
“We’re updating, upgrading, the economy, blah blah.”
It trickled into society at large; the feckless became the new majority.
“The economy, the weather, the Republicans, the Democrats, the NFL, the NRA, the PTA, the NAACP, the HOA, the economy…”
Some claimed it was the loss of manufacturing. Others argued it was the destruction of the environment. There were those who shouted, “No more tired lies and retread excuses!” But who could hear them really, when there was so much noise? No one, I suppose.