So the beast ate the internet, digesting the individual pieces curated and created with love. It gnashed its teeth and mashed them together until all that was left was something brown and stunk of shit, which the beast claimed was a revolution and proof of its superiority of thought.

When people came to ask about what was before, the beast cried “you need not think of what was before, because I am here to tell you all that you must know!” And when the people asked the beast about Apartheid or Tuskegee or Oscar Wilde’s lovers, it said “those never existed. I know this for I know everything.” and it pointed to the steaming pile of brown and demanded that the people look, to agree that nothing of that sort was there.

Soon the people were eating the brown and claiming it was delicious, that it was all they would ever want. That it was beautiful and thoughtful, and now they would have no need for their own thoughts. And the beast smiled and hunted, in search of the last small delicacies that had managed to flee its jaws, so it could devour them too.