MidReal Story
Rebels of the Information Age
Scenario: News is dead, changes in the MEDIA DIET have diminished the z-age's enthusiasm for news, and while they are the most politically aware generation, the distrust of news, among other reasons, has made them less engaged, so why should we pay attention to the news and engage with it? How will news evolve in the future?
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Elara Thorne
rebel leader, friends with other rebels, short black hair, determined and resourceful
Linnea Reyes
skilled infiltrator, works closely with Elara and Marcus, athletic build with long red hair, brave and secretive
Marcus Flynn
tech genius of the group, close to Elara, tall with glasses and curly brown hair, witty and cautious
I’m not sure what I was expecting to find when I broke into the old building.
It was a relic from the past, a time before the world had gone to shit.
A time when people still read newspapers and watched the news.
But that was before the government decided that information was dangerous, that it could be used as a weapon against them.
So they shut down all of the major media networks and started feeding us propaganda instead.
The only problem was, they didn’t stop there.
They also made it illegal to consume any kind of news, even if you found it on your own.
Chapter 1
We were rebels, a group of misfits who had banded together to fight against the system.
We hacked into the government’s servers and broadcasted the news to anyone who would listen.
We wanted to show them that there was still a world out there, that there was still hope for change.
That’s what I told myself, anyway.
But the truth was, I was just looking for something real.
Something tangible in a world of digital illusions.
And that’s how I found myself standing in a small, dusty room with old wooden desks and metal filing cabinets.
It was a stark contrast to the sleek, sterile environments I was used to in my daily life, but that only made it feel more authentic somehow.
I needed to find out what was on the other side of that door.
I’m not sure what I was expecting to find when I broke into the old building.
It was a relic from the past, a time before the world had gone to shit.
A time when people still read newspapers and watched the news.
But that was before the government decided that information was dangerous, that it could be used as a weapon against them.
So they shut down all of the major media networks and started feeding us propaganda instead.
The only problem was, they didn’t stop there.
They also made it illegal to consume any kind of news, even if you found it on your own.
And that’s where we came in.
We were rebels, a group of misfits who had banded together to fight against the system.
We hacked into the government’s servers and broadcasted the news to anyone who would listen.
We wanted to show them that there was still a world out there, that there was still hope for change.
That’s what I told myself, anyway.
But the truth was, I was just looking for something real.
Something tangible in a world of digital illusions.
And that’s how I found myself standing in a small, dusty room with old wooden desks and metal filing cabinets.
It was a stark contrast to the sleek, sterile environments I was used to in my daily life, but that only made it feel more authentic somehow.
I needed to find out what was on the other side of that door.
It was locked, but not for long.
A little bit of brute force and it gave way with a loud pop as the hinges bent inward slightly.
I half-expected alarms to go off, but nothing happened.
But that was before the government decided that information was dangerous, that it could be used as a weapon against them.
So they shut down all of the major media networks and started feeding us propaganda instead.
The only problem was, they didn’t stop there.
They also made it illegal to consume any kind of news, even if you found it on your own.
And that’s where we came in.
We were rebels, a group of misfits who had banded together to fight against the system.
We hacked into the government’s servers and broadcasted the news to anyone who would listen.We wanted to show them that there was still a world out there, that there was still hope for change.
That’s what I told myself, anyway.
But the truth was, I was just looking for something real.
Something tangible in a world of digital illusions.
And that’s how I found myself standing in a small, dusty room with old wooden desks and metal filing cabinets.
I’m not sure what I was expecting to find when I broke into the old building.
It was a relic from the past, a time before the world had gone to shit.
A time when people still read newspapers and watched the news.
But that was before the government decided that information was dangerous, that it could be used as a weapon against them.
So they shut down all of the major media networks and started feeding us propaganda instead.
The only problem was, they didn’t stop there.
They also made it illegal to consume any kind of news, even if you found it on your own.
And that’s where we came in.
We were rebels, a group of misfits who had banded together to fight against the system.
We hacked into the government’s servers and broadcasted the news to anyone who would listen.We wanted to show them that there was still a world out there, that there was still hope for change.
That’s what I told myself, anyway.
But the truth was, I was just looking for something real.
Chapter 2
So they shut down all of the major media networks and started feeding us propaganda instead.
The only problem was, they didn’t stop there.
They also made it illegal to consume any kind of news, even if you found it on your own.
And that’s where we came in.
We were rebels, a group of misfits who had banded together to fight against the system.
And that’s where we came in.
We were rebels, a group of misfits who had banded together to fight against the system.
We hacked into the government’s servers and broadcasted the news to anyone who would listen.We wanted to show them that there was still a world out there, that there was still hope for change.
That’s what I told myself, anyway.
But the truth was, I was just looking for something real.
I looked around at my team as we sat in our makeshift headquarters, an old abandoned warehouse on the edge of town.
They were all younger than me, but they were smart and resourceful, each bringing their own unique skills to the table.
Marcus Flynn was our tech genius, the one who could hack into any system and find out anything we needed to know.
Linnea Reyes was our infiltrator, able to slip in and out of any building without being detected.
