Breaking Report: The Year 2245 – Welcome to the Post-Apocalyptic Kindness and Respect Enrichment Networks
By Holoclone correspondent, Chet Alpha (©️ 2245 Kindness and Respect Enrichment Networks)
Hold on to your seats, folks, or, if you still have them, the chairs of your luxurious, ultra-modern, tree-squatting homes. It’s 2245, and everything’s officially gone upside down—inside out—probably sideways. And yes, we’re broadcasting live from South Central Los Angeles, now under the “benevolent” control of the Karen HoloClones, or as they prefer to call themselves: The Kindness And Respect Enrichment Networks (because irony has not only survived the apocalypse but thrived, wearing mom jeans and asking for the manager of the universe).
Welcome to the new world order, or rather, disorder, as the government we once accused of spying on us is now a proud, fully-subscribed sponsor of the drug-dealing, dictator-overthrowing arm of our post-dystopian reality. The C.I.A.—now officially standing for Corporation of Ironic Asshattery—has finally come clean. That’s right, folks! They admit to overthrowing third-world dictators using Cancer Pants—a cruel mix of chemo and skinny jeans that squeezes out your dignity one lung at a time. Need a new hit of illicit euphoria? Forget your daddy’s weed and your uncle’s meth. The new drug on the block is E-motion—a Starbucks-Red Bull creation that’s basically Viagra, luxury THC edibles, and melatonin all rolled into one convenient smoothie shot. The side effects include extreme bliss, then a quick nap. Perfect for a post-apocalyptic world where you’re supposed to feel the rage but need a power nap between riot sessions.
But let’s not forget the heroes of this brave new world. The UnProud Boys, those soy-free, gluten-shaming, vegan-dodging demagogues, have become the latest techpreneurs—introducing their crowning achievement: Plant-based HoloClones of Taylor Swift and Donald Trump. Now, before you start screaming, no, these aren’t your grandma’s holograms. No, no, no. These are ultra-realistic AI-powered avatars of Taylor and Donny T, but here’s the kicker: their personas are SWAPPED. Taylor Swift is now the uber-villain, an evil genius plotting world domination, and Donald Trump? Yeah, he’s strumming an acoustic guitar at a dive bar singing country ballads about heartbreak and infrastructure. Don’t ask how. Just know this is your life now.
The Karen HoloClones have taken over Detroit, Philly, D.C., and any other place that once had decent BBQ and soul music. But hey, at least they’ve banned passive-aggression! You either yell at someone face-to-face or get fined in kindness points. The ghettos of yesteryear? Oh, they’re still ghettos, but now they’ve been modernized! Ultra-sleek, invisible camps hidden in swamps, trees, and dilapidated caves. Oh yes, the once-poor now shame the super-rich in public. They may still be homeless, but now they’re armed with megaphones and holographic billboards. Who needs food when you have the satisfaction of belittling a hedge fund manager from the comfort of your swampy hollow?
Let’s talk legality, folks. Everything’s legal in this new, flexible moral compass, but only if you’ve got the cash to back it up. The government rolled out a shiny new Everything-License, which is basically a Mastercard for crime. So go ahead, rob that bank! Just make sure you can pay the monthly fees, and it’s all Oprah-approved, so who’s complaining? Oprah literally decides what’s right and wrong now, which is only slightly less terrifying than it sounds.
Oh, and you won’t find anyone shopping at Target, eating at KFC or Chick-fil-A, or watching Fox News. No one. Not even Fox News anchors, who’ve finally realized they were working for a network that was a parody of itself before the apocalypse even hit. Instead, we’ve all tuned in to Snoop Dogg’s Lawrence Welk Revival Show. Yes, that’s right. Snoop, once the godfather of gangsta rap, now hosts a music program that features polka versions of classic rap tracks. And if you don’t think that’s the most 2245 thing ever, you clearly haven’t been paying attention.
As for your least favorite convicted criminals—Harvey Weinstein and company—they’ve been reduced to the ultimate walk of shame. Forced to go door-to-door, apologizing for letting the likes of Ellen DeGeneres, Rosie O’Donnell, and Justin Bieber infiltrate popular culture. Yep, turns out the real crime wasn’t assault—it was making us pretend they were interesting.
So here we are. A world run by angry Karens, a New Improved CIA that’s got a new “LEGAL” side hustle in drug trafficking and dictator toppling, and a society where everyone dreams of the “good old days” when FOX News was an actual news program, It was cool to make fun of Gay people if you were Al Bundy, and gangbangers roamed free, and the only thing that scared you was a Karen with a cell phone at Target. Ain’t progress grand?
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