My Life As An Internet の小説・ストーリー

“I'm so sorry for having to end it here! I love you all and it was so nice talking to every one of you! Thanks for joining me, everyone. You guys were the best. I'll see you all later!" As soon as I ended the stream, my fingers flew across my keyboard. I typed my name into G****e and hit enter. My eyes widened as I scrolled through the results. There were articles, photos, and videos featuring me. I gasped, my mind reeling with the realization that I had become an internet sensation. It wasn't just Alaina anymore. My legs started to tap rhythmically from the anxiety and I stood up, prancing the room with the laptop in my hands. People knew me!

Unexpectedly, there was a VIP on MicroBlog write that it was me who locked Gina and Jeremy in Aristocratic Family Complex and beat them to the verge of death, though they had been already poor. It said they were even sent to prison by me in the end. I knew it a long time ago. The netizens did not want to see the truth at all. They only wanted to know the result that they wanted to know. By that time, my name on the Internet was absolutely blackened. I tried not to read the comments. In order to avoid it and to make myself get through it, I decided to live in the studio, except for sleeping and eating, I only did my work.

I'd used her memoir, which is what I call her retellings, to start my campaign, and there were a few rumbles here and there, nothing of significance as yet, but there were there all the same. People were starting to talk, and in this atmosphere where the Internet can spread news within seconds, it was easy to get the word on everyone's lips, anyone that mattered, that is. Like some of the children of the men and women who did business with Ricci and his cohorts. There's nothing more detrimental to a dirty businessman or politician than the offspring of the wealthy with a pitchfork and a righteous cause. So, I left them to them. In short, I started my campaign in the local chatrooms of the el

She filtered out the genuinely cruel things and summarized the rest and I listened and nodded and went about my days. The days themselves were quieter than I expected. I went to the city twice. Ran errands, got coffee, existed in public spaces like a person who had nothing to perform. Nobody approached me. One woman in a coffee shop looked at me for slightly longer than necessary and then looked away. That was the full extent of public consequence in nine days. "People are less interested in you personally than the internet suggests," Tessa said on day seven. "The internet is very loud and represents about forty people on any given topic."

~THE QUESTION THAT BROKE ME~ AMAYA It was finally the day I would make my first appearance on the internet. For weeks, I had stayed hidden from the world, focused on healing and finding myself again. Now, it was time to stop hiding. Sitting at the vanity, I logged into my main I*******m account for the first time since leaving Brown. The moment it loaded, notifications flooded my screen. Messages from Brown. Messages from Maddie. Missed calls. Voice notes. Questions about where I was and why I had disappeared.

Claire said helplessly, “Mom, you don’t lack food, drink, clothes, or a place to stay. You don’t lack anything at all, so why are you learning from others to start a live broadcast?” Elaine had a resentful expression as she said, “You’re saying that I don’t lack anything at all? Why don’t you say that about the celebrities and internet celebrities who are still broadcasting live every day? Look at those internet celebrities who earn hundreds of millions of dollars a year. They are still broadcasting live three-hundred-and-sixty-five days a year! There are also those celebrities who are usually busy filming, singing, and appearing on variety shows, but they are still going on the internet to

They warned me! But it was too late for any of that. He has come to realize that the internet never forgets. The world is going to laugh at him when the truth eventually, is revealed, that his super-cute girlfriend was just another guy behind stolen pictures. Maybe he could run. Maybe he could just run away this very moment and never return. But no matter how much he runs, the internet never chases. It remains there. Seven’s head hung forward, his shoulders slump. “Why?”

“And it’s not just going to be tomorrow morning – this is going to live with you for the rest of your life. This is going on the internet, and it’s never going away. When somebody G****es your name five years from now, ten years from now, fifty years from now, they’re going to see you in those photographs. Hell, they won’t even have to G****e you – it’ll probably be the second or third thing that pops up if they G****e me. Your children are going to hear about this from the time they first set foot in school. Other kids – even adults – are going to rub those pictures in your children’s noses. Even if you discover the fucking cure for cancer, or win the Nobel prize for world peace, this is go

I ordered. She scampered off quickly leaving me to myself. I ruffled my hair in exasperation. This has been my routine in the last few years. My life and everything that I have worked for spiraled down the drain like it wasn’t decades of sheer hard work. Just one mistake and people couldn’t forget. They lied about the internet forgetting. My entire life seems to revolve around that tiny mobile.

Then, out of nowhere, I burst into a wide, uncontrollable cackle. It was ironic. Hilarious in the most twisted way. When you really think about it, my life was nothing short of a mess. No money. Not even a little. I couldn’t spend anything. I couldn’t post. I couldn’t call for help. I couldn’t even apologize properly. Every account of mine had been taken down. We lived in a technologically advanced world. Yet, here I was, holding a smartphone in my hand, and I couldn’t use it. Not really. I had been erased from the internet like I never existed.