During the air of the first season of Black Mirror, I was in a small city in the UK with five roommates in a death metal rock bar on the right, and the small building of the garbage station on the left, chasing Black Mirror, watching In the scene of x pig, listening to "but if anyone, who knows what love is, will understand", then after watching it, I started to discuss some mysterious and mysterious issues while drinking, such as the setting of fifty million merits and real life. It's just that we are used to it, and the characters in the play are not the same numb, we feel a chill down our spines and at the same time we are also a group of slaves with extra steps.
Then we replayed the white bear repeatedly, discussed Sisyphus, and then continued to get drunk, and then went back to the youtube show where charlie brooker was sitting on the small sofa having a rant, and then I and a roommate who was standing up comedian Begin our [I "charlie brooker is a fxxxing genius i fxxxing told u" roommate "no he's not he's a bit of a knob, I've met him" me "can knobheads not be geniuses???] sort of bickering
Looking back on that time, it was heaven.
And then I finally left the UK, came to the US like Black Mirror, and then s*** went downhill.
To this day, I hate the internet, maybe the charlie brooker who was sitting on the couch was ranting too, but I also bite the bullet and go to those internet, coffees, and Black Mirror is becoming more and more PC
Occasionally there will be some light in life just like black mirror occasionally has plots like san junioero, but after all, flair when he was young has been lost
Afterwards, everything went to shit, whether it was Black Mirror or the United States, I saw a farce-like debate, a person who could be called a scum refused to step down, and a group of Trump supporters who had become cult members. A bunch of republicans who think that guns should be educated for children aged 4-12, a black mirror of star trek, video game, pop idol.
Is it charlie brooker's end? Maybe not, but reality has finally turned a bitter british dude into a hollywood sellout. Like he himself predicted in the second episode of the first season, and I, or we, became a sell out.
I drank again today. When I drank in England before, the more I drank, the happier I became. Now the more I drink, the more sober, and the more I drink, the sadder, I have opened the fifth season of Black Mirror, which I have never dared to watch, and I am already depressed. If my consciousness is extracted and put in a simulation I'd like to put it back in the basement of that tiny flat in the UK, drinking cheap vodka coke with my roommates, looking at white bears, discussing Sisyphus, discussing what if my Consciousness is extracted and lived in the same year as a second of 1000 years, I want it to stay where and in which year.
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