News was where young people of this era went to learn about all sorts of things. Rather than those long, tedious news reports, they preferred something they could finish in a few dozen seconds. Afterward, they could head to the comments and find passersby who felt the same way. Even if they had never met, they could still exchange a few thoughts on the matter.
That was the charm of the internet. Even strangers thousands of miles apart could chat on the same platform, express their opinions, and present their views, mature or otherwise. Others might agree or ignore them, but no one could deny that ridicule, abuse, and incomprehension were far more common.
You could vent on an online platform and spread negativity to countless people, but did any of that matter? Did the negative feelings you inflicted on others matter? Weren't you online to vent your own emotions, too?
But there was no denying that as long as you remained active on a platform, you provided it with value to some degree. You might not even notice, but it certainly took plenty from you.
Now, they wanted an even bigger take.
"Federation refugees shouted at District 25 civilians over dissatisfaction with the food provided by the district. Commenters blamed Dorothy's handling of them, calling the Federation refugees deeply disappointing..."
Very few people made any noise on the subway. In this era, anyone with an installed chip could access the internet directly and have all kinds of information appear before their eyes. Even a five-year-old child could search for relevant information if he wanted to. Since the content played directly in front of them and the sound went straight into their ears, it did not disturb anyone sitting nearby.
That was fine under normal circumstances, but when something needed