An Audit Of Admins
The year is 2091.
An Audit Of Admins are fluttering through hyperspace when their collective cybernetic brain, presently hosted in the cloud by a surrogate host in an underwater consciousness farm in what was once Jakarta, feels a nudge.
The Audit Of Admins open the Bezos-membrane (the last application to ever exist, the everything application) and discovers a new notification in their inbox.
How peculiar; the Admins have not received a personal message since the Social-Distancing Proclamation of 2066. Intrigued, the Admins open the letter:
"𝗛𝗢𝗧 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗜𝗻 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗔𝗿𝗲𝗮 𝗪𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗧𝗼 𝗧𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗦𝗶𝗺𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲...