A mid-summer night hare (50)
- Amanda L © Leung Yuk Yiu

- Jun 26, 2018
- 2 min read
So, Hareta and Ackley remain very positive and firmly believe that they can live happily ever after once they get rid of Emmy. Emmy is an underdog anyways. Everybody hates Chris and everybody loves Raymond, for sure. Fortune favors the bold so Hareta and Ackley forgets all the rules to become partners in crime. Go dare yourself.
Hareta says, “So Emmy is so fake and she even lies about her virginity. We must stop her from marrying rich. I know how to destroy her.”
Ackley says, “How?”
Hareta says, “Post her sex tapes online so everyone would know that she is lying about her virginity.”
Ackley says, “Good idea.”
Hareta says, “I know which forums and discussion boards are the most hit in town. I would just post a few hostile comments on them with a fake account.”
Ackley says, “Okay, I will backup the files. I will publicize those sex tapes. “
Hareta says, “I love you.”
So they start their plan to eradicate Emmy. They believe that Emmy deserves all these. So even if they are to break rules, hack computers and spread rumors with photoshopped pictures and videos, they should surely be justified and pardoned. They believe that everyone and even God should be on their side because Emmy is an evil, materialistic bitch. Only through raping her can justice be restored. They believe that triumph over Emmy is no brainer. Everybody would have done what they are plotting against Emmy, Hareta bets.
But unfortunately, Hareta is too careless. She has not noticed that all those so-called sex tapes are photoshopped. If you really take the time to learn graphic design and video streaming, you would know that it only takes a few tricks to create imagined realities. Augmented virtual reality, to be concise. You can freely remove anyone in the videos, add and duplicate objects, change angles, modify backgrounds and even change a sad face to a smiley one. A girl crying in a dorm room at Harvard can look like a bikini model smiling half naked on a Caribbean beach ready to fuck in public. Even voices can be generated with technology. What else is impossible?
What is social justice, after all?
Does truth lie in pictures and images? Is everyone an idiot in this world? Actions, no, I should say, infections speak louder than words.











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