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Day 23: Q for Questions

Imagine, a thousand years from now,
Through our lives, historians will plough.
Asking these existential questions,
About how we lived and our material possessions.

"Each of them carried an intelligent device,
That could answer any question without thinking twice.
The answer we need to uncover is this,
Through this intelligence, did they find true bliss?"

"Why did they record their lives on social media?
Was it for pleasure or for the purpose of academia?
What was the level of dedication they had,
Instagramming pictures of food, before digging in like mad?"

"Never before, never after, has this been seen,
More social connections than you can ever glean.
Everyone they knew was just one message away.
And yet loneliness couldn't be kept at bay?"

"It seems like this civilisation thrived in ironies.
Like having the best of healthcare and yet, the highest of anxieties.
Or quitting jobs and going on treacherous hikes,
And slipping on the mountain, taking a selfie, yikes!"

"We have proof of an interesting social experiment,
Open political debates in an online environment.
But apparently, it only widened the difference in views,
Because the faulty algorithm showed you only the views you choose."

"People took cars to every place they went,
And yet climate change was a common lament.
Every once in a while, they flew across the world,
To attend conferences on environment, carbon miles they burnt?"

"Understanding this civilization will take more time,
Like how they invented the best security systems and yet had the highest crime?
Thankfully, their digital archives are there,
Where every moment of their lives they share."

Next time you post on social media, keep this mind,
You just helped your descendants understand mankind!

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  1. All, oh so true, especially the instant universal contact resulting in continued loneliness for so many.
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  2. The ironies and hypocrisies of our lives!!

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