HOUSE OF THUNE - MN, USA

We communicate with grunts rather than words. Our shoulders slumped and heads drooping. Only our thumbs move, endlessly, flicking up and down on the glowing rectangles clutched in our hands. Just a small part of our brain still works, and that part is entirely devoted to consuming the algorithm-fed images flashing before us, in an endless scroll of doom. Is this our legacy, as a society, that we are leaving behind for future generations? What will the TikTok Archives say about us?