In the modern world there has not been a time more prominent than now for the rise of the Cyber Goth. While everyone is huddling inside and social distancing, the world has taken a new turn. We are now indeed living in Post Apocalyptic times. Six feet under or six feet apart? It’s your choice. The plague doctor has returned as he walks the dark desolate alley, dressed in his best Gothic trench coat which is finely crafted by the hands of the local township’s best tailor. With raven mystique, his face is covered to protect the adversary, a silent serial killer of our newly disturbed pandemic universe.
The cyber world takes its reign now that the computer has united the nations into one. With lightning speed communication, and software advancement, this beastly machine takes on a life of its own. Risen from the overcast dust of a bottomless industrial revolution, the words “biohazard,” “dieselpunk,” and “fallout” are the sign of the times. As the face-hugging Ninja neck gaiters meet the Mad Max Madness, hazmat radiation gas masks are ordered at Maximum Overdrive speed.
The millionaire market is now on a rampage as they seek decommissioned abandoned nuclear missile silos and underground bunkers for home conversion, exquisite recording studios, and elaborate set designs for the film world. I heard one story about a medical marijuana company looking at one of these hidden crown jewels to grow their weed undisturbed via hydroponic technology. With peeling walls of rusty filth located dead smack in the middle of a barbed wire desert at 175 feet deep down, expect no one in their right mind to bother you. It is the ultimate hideaway for the famous industrial artist who is looking to seriously hinder the paparazzi from nosing in on their private life.
While major metropolitan cities look like deserted ghost town aftermath, the crowded streets of road rage have subsided into a quiet void of harrowing silence. Grocery stores are set up for the line of masked people wrapped around the block. As they stand wearily on their designated red tape markers, they anxiously wait to stock up on everything they can get their hands on. Like squirrels scurrying for acorns during the last remnants of fall, a hard cold freeze of a decomposed winter lingers in the air.
During this epidemic the testing of souls begins. The local pharmacist is the only one left in the entire town with hand sanitizer in stock. As he decides upon his own free will to take advantage of the situation, he serves himself. After sworn into oath with a certified caduceus seal from the medical elite, he is now pledged in to serve for the best of mankind. So why is there an enormous price hike of twenty dollars for the hand sanitizer that must have come from the Dollar Tree? We frugal Los Angeles townspeople with overpriced rent (that could literally buy a mansion somewhere else) shop there, and believe me, we know that brand. What about the grocer who hikes the water up to ten bucks for a case that usually runs $3.99? These price gouging stories are not a fragment of my imagination; they are things I have witnessed. All I can say is “Will God have mercy on their souls when the big trumpet makes its final blast?”
During these times we have arrived at the New World Order. As the Cyber Goth’s reign… let the games begin!
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