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Noah drags his pillow over his face and releases a low groan. “Pleeeease. No more articles about deprogramming your parents…” It’s far too late for an intervention.
Debate won’t help. Arguing only makes matters worse. Your loved ones are lost in a conspiracy theory loophole. They are falling down their own personal rabbit holes. Only patience and understanding will pull them out.
Noah has felt so isolated from his family—his own mother—ever since she tumbled down the rabbit hole. Whatever crawled back up isn’t Mom anymore.
This is all Fax’s fault. Fax News took Noah’s parents away.
Subtle.
They were a family once. They still are. Bound by blood, even if not ideology. Can’t they be a family again?
It has everything to do with the news. Who exactly his parents are getting their fax—sorry, facts—from. Their channel of choice has changed them from the inside out.
Thanks, I wouldn't have picked that up if it wasn't explicitly spelled out for me.
Okay. So…What do we do now?
SMASH THE STUPID TVS?
He turns the TV off. That’ll get their attention. See how they like that.
You have already tried this 5 times
There’s Anderson. Mr. Cooper. The Man himself.
But Mom is crammed in a closet, scratching what remains of her fingers across the wood, barely alive. Barely human.
She literally broke out of the closet. What?
The doxycycline hadn’t kicked in yet. The doctor swore up and down his new prescription would take a while, but still. Wasn’t his skin supposed to have dried out by now?
Doxycycline doesnt dry the skin out....
Devon felt like a bloated sponge compared to her. SpongeMom YogaPants.
Bad call. Nobody likes Sincere Tweets. Anytime somebody goes earnest, they’re torn to pieces. Kiss of death, dude.
Some days Devon didn’t know what to do with herself. What can I do? What am I capable of doing? This was more than mere boredom. This was soul fatigue.
The truth was all there. Right at her fingertips. It was online, ready and waiting for her, as long as she was willing to dig. But…how? Where could she click? There was too much truth online. An ocean of information. Devon didn’t know where to begin. She was lost, adrift in a sea of links.
Did you know that the public schools have been quietly revising their history textbooks to reflect a “more contemporary viewpoint” on Christopher Columbus? What the hell does that even mean? They’re phasing the motherfucker out! Did Asher really care about Columbus? Not particularly…But doesn’t that seem wrong to you?
It will grow inside you, if you’re not careful. Take root. Before you know it, whatever that anger is, it’ll become a part of you…and then it just gets harder to uproot. Anger is a weed.
Somebody ought to do something about it, he thought. Someone should go and— Asher hesitated. Should do…what, exactly? Where was he going with all of this?
But the tone of her voice felt off. That determined tenor didn’t sound like Devon.
Tenor --> "woman's voice"?
Asher had never drifted off in front of the TV before. Never. No matter how late he surfed the channels, he’d always been able to turn off the TV, pick himself up, and head to bed.
That's not what your wife said, buddy
Aren’t devices supposed to slip into sleep mode after a minute of inactivity? How could hers still be on?
By changing the settings...
All she wanted was to dig her fingers into her chest and crack her rib cage open, let the butterfly of her soul breathe freely and emerge triumphant.
It was such a knee-jerk reaction, Caleb thought with contempt—capturing the moment on camera. Rather than stand up from their seats and help, see if he was all right, they videotaped him.
Videotaped?
There is the world at large, the global stage, the spread, the sprawl. Those are the real targets. The true aim. To reach them, you need to leave your body behind. If you really want to wake people up, you need to go viral. To spread into a million glimmering fragments.
This just in: We are receiving new information here and it, uh…well, it seems to suggest we’re dealing with some fucked-up shit.
After years of Instacart and Uber rides, you do not have the tools to survive. Your liberal values aren’t going to save you now that the world has gone to total shit.
Are Instacart and Uber liberal things?
What hell you have experienced under this roof is for you and your soul alone to contend with, if souls are even a thing you believe in anymore. What exactly do you believe in, Noah Fairchild? What’s left?
Or—you can simply keep him on his tablet and let him zone the fuck out. Screen time it is! We’ll worry about the batteries running out later…
The batteries LMAO
Like a radio signal got sent through those 5G cell towers and whoever was flipping through their iPhone at—that—very—second—was all like, ZAP! You know what I’m saying? Microwaved their minds, dude.
Apparently only Republicans and their children use screens
That’s all these demons want, I bet. Hell on motherfucking earth. Hell yeah. So…like, how do you give an exorcism to the whole country?
But your pals invite their pals and they invite their pals and on and on and on…until you have no control over who comes into your home. And what do these hard partiers do? They wreck the fucking place. Destroy your home. Absolute chaos.
This is just the plot of Mother!
This is—and I’m just going to say it here—this is some white people shit.
You truly believed that people were…possessed? Actually possessed? Where in the world did that idea come from?
Perhaps from the book literally presenting it that way?
