Long ago, in ancient times, they made a hex out of code and cursed us all forever. When our corporeal forms died, we lived on in the form of data. The worst parts of ourselves, enshrined for eternity; a haunted cellphone, a haunted profile. Our data provided labor in our stead.. trapped in virtual serfdom, even after death.
Our species almost went extinct. We endured a famine, both physical and spiritual, but our data lived on. The few survivors produced generations with increasing psychic fortitude, an evolution of sorts, so that the threat of this occurring again could be eliminated. We adapted to these new elements, we pushed on. But history only seems to repeat itself, and we make the same mistakes over and over. We're still suffering. We never learn.