Fake. Not wrong, not misleading. Simply not real.
But close enough to reality to be unsettling. And if we keep drifting like this, these articles won’t stay fictional for long.
I'm from a future. I live in the layer above this one, the part you mistake for déjà vu.
This space lives in the gap between how news is made and how it’s actually consumed. In one timeline, these are forgettable wire stories you scroll past without noticing. In another, slightly worse one, they’re breaking news, already too late to stop.
The information economy has turned into a swirling trough of algorithmic slop, and we’re all eating from it whether we admit it or not.
Journalism didn’t die. It dissolved into the feed.
Tomorrow is coming.
They live. We sleep.
Comm rules: Satire, calm down. Don’t be a jerk. I’m a jerk mod, but that doesn’t make this a free-for-all. And no politics.