A VISIT FROM THE FBE.

The Facebook Enforcers came knocking at my door, asking why I wasn't on Facebook anymore.

I told them I was fed up scrolling through there feed, filling my brain with useless information I didnt need.

I have dreams I said.

At first they were peaceful, offering more terabytes, the promise of internet fame, perhaps a visit to the Facebook brain.

When I declined the transformation began, there humanoid skeleton Frames began to contort, moving in robotic ways, projecting contracts in my name.

​​​​​You agreed to a lifetime of virtual surrogacy, to allow Facebook to represent your social status in return for cryptocurrency.

I never signed any contract.

Your digital print and electronic signature were obtained by clicking our terms and conditions, retina scans confirmed by our Facebook lens technicians.

The digital courts have already been notified of your absence, if you continue to deny Facebooks existence we will be forced to exterminate your complete history.

Our portal team chose you as a prime candidate, to share our media and comment on our feed, now your saying we our obstructing your dreams.

Please do not make our visits frequent, you know what happens to humans who dream.

Tonight at twenty-one hundred hours we will upload your new contracts, we insist you accept and reboot your current systems or you will face our mind manipulating algorithms.

This meeting is terminated.

Good day.

I hate those humanoids

So there you go, just letting you know they will be knocking at your door, the Facebook drones are circling my home and I'm going under ground, my communication, no more.