She has forgotten to ask what they take in return.
The cubes send her entertainment and trending content. cummy cubes send her to goontown
The cubes send her entertainment.
And then the cube sends something else. And then something else. And the day dissolves into fragments, each one shiny and weightless as tinsel. She has forgotten to ask what they take in return
The cubes do not hate her. That would require intent. They are simply machines of appetite, feeding her smaller and smaller bites of meaning until she mistakes fullness for nourishment. She laughs at the right times. She retweets the righteous fury. She feels, briefly, the warmth of belonging to a vast, nodding congregation. And then the cube sends something else
And because it is trending, it is communal. Millions of other thumbs, other eyes, other hollowed-out evenings, all nodding in the same synthetic light. She is not alone. She is never alone. The cubes make sure of that.