fuhoren

※以下摘自 "Black Mirror | 15 Million Merits | Channel 4"

And all you see up here, it's not people,
you dont see people up here, it's all fodder.
And the faker the fodder, the more you love it,
because fake fodder's the only thing that works any more.
It's all that we can stomach. Actually, not quite all.
Real pain, real viciousness, that, we can take.

Yeah, stick a fat man up a pole.
We laugh ourselves feral, because we've earned the right,
we've done cell time and he's slacking, the scum,
so ha-ha-ha at him!

Because we're so out of our minds with desperation,
we dont know any better.
All we know is fake fodder and buying shit.
That's how we speak to each other,
how we express ourselves, is buying shit.

What, I have a dream?
The peak of our dreams is a new app
for our Dopple, it doesnt exist!
It's not even there!
We buy shit that's not even there.
Show us something real and free and beautiful. You couldnt.
Yeah? It'd break us.
We're too numb for it.

I might as well choke.
It's only so much wonder we can bear.

When you find any wonder whatsoever, you dole it out in meagre portions.
Only then until it's augmented, packaged, and
pumped through 10,000 preassigned filters
till it's nothing more than a meaningless series of lights,
while we ride day in day out, going where?

Powering what?

All tiny cells and tiny screens and bigger cells
and bigger screens and fuck you!
Fuck you, that's what it boils down to.
Fuck you for sitting there and slowly making things worse.（按：真想對馬政府說這句話。）
Fuck you and your spotlight and your sanctimonious faces.
Fuck you all for thinking the one thing

I came close to never meant anything.
For oozing around it and crushing it into a bone, into a joke.
One more ugly joke in a kingdom of millions.

Fuck you for happening.
Fuck you for me, for us, for everyone.
Fuck you!