It goes on and on and on. Switching the skin inwards then backout. The thing twists what’s meant to stay hidden and shows anyone curious enough to peel away their own flesh for free. Free. Everything’s free. That’s what the thing says but it stands to reason that prices aren’t always monetary. Doesn’t cost a cent but once it’s inside it’s already too late. Millions of eyes will watch your every move. But you’ll never feel their claws peeling back the skin. Hordes of keys clack away and detail every link you click, ad you like, and pornstar you eye-fuck.
Transparency. They watch, learn, then manipulate your thoughts. The thing feeds you drivel through a scrollable pipeline. It’s all free, too, by the way. Post your skin so they can use you too. Nothing could be wrong if all your friends’ hang their skin out to dry right alongside yours, right? Not when they all dress up their skin to the point of lunacy; a lie. Blatant, black, and to your face; they’ll lie. Make it out to be perfect. The only thing that knows who we are is the thing manipulating us into factory grade pigs. Ready to be churned and turned out for ad revenue. Little capitalist fingers pick and pluck all the right strings.