You people use the term ‘Information Society’ as if it were some convenient magic spell, but in the first place, an information society refers to a state where information holds a value on par with all other resources, and functions as the center of society. On the internet, your profiles take the form of data and are cast away into the great electronic ocean. You then revere, worship, cling to, and flatter this accumulated flotsam, trying to utilize it with a know-it-all attitude, only to be swayed by it in the end.
It’s the same this time, isn’t it?
To the sugar cube that ‘The Dead’ released into the world, the ants swarmed like they only knew one trick.
With every passing moment, the post threatening to bomb the theme park gains a massive number of shares.
The deadline is until the end of the long holiday weekend. Now, let the observation begin.
“Now then…Hm?”
As I was gazing at the PC display, eagerly anticipating what results I would get, a new string of words was added to the trending words on ‘RootSpeak’.
‘Kamimura Mayu Stalker’
I knew his name, of course.
An active high school boy who streams on video sites. With looks and behavior more girlish than a girl’s, he is popular mainly among middle and high school girls.
Recently, his live streams had been on hiatus without any notice, but it seems he was the victim of a stalker behind the scenes. The fact that this was announced by the person himself was picked up by curation media and seems to be spreading.
I see, interesting.
While the majority has their actions swayed by a multitude of information, beings who spontaneously become sources of information themselves have emerged. These are the people called influencers.
An influencer, while being a real person, has their very existence hold value as information.
If they gather attention, they will bear a great deal of both affirmation and negation upon themselves.
In fact, various comments had been posted on Kamimura Mayu’s stream archives.
──Come to think of it. It had been rumored for some time that Kamimura Mayu’s residential area was a certain district in the Kinki region. You can’t stop people from talking. Even more so when relayed through the internet.
Where flames rise, light and shadow appear.
In that shadow, there is a pitiful cinder, extinguished.
This is—more than satisfactory as an observation result.
“Now then—what kind of voices will you let me hear next?”