Behold the “upgrade” no one asked for: the world’s favorite mouse, now in beta—half nostalgia, half malfunctioning AI with a neon skeleton. On the right, he flashes a plastic smile, perfectly calibrated for peak brand engagement. On the left, he’s still smiling—because the creators always wanted him happy. The brand demands it. Even his glowing, neon bones are stuck in that same lifeless grin.

Behind him? It’s not just darkness—it’s the algorithmic silence of a generation taught to scroll past their own feelings. We’re all on autopilot now: post when you’re broken, laugh with a filter on, cry in 10-second clips that vanish in 24 hours. Express less. Consume more. And for the love of the algorithm—don’t ask why.

This era isn’t just robotic—it’s emotionally outsourced, dopamine-drunk, and rebranded as “authentic.”
We traded wonder for Wi-Fi.
Truth for trending.

This isn’t a cartoon.
It’s a screenshot of reality.