All of a sudden there was no more money.
Granted… one could argue that there hasn’t been any real money since we got off the gold standard. Social distancing lead to a ban on using cash; hard irrefutable un-hackable cash was no more. We had no choice but to choose one of the major banks that offered all of the hands-free bells and whistles.
Cryptocurrency thrived. Eventually the debit-card ‘tap’ evolved into a hand-wave. Your hand couldn’t touch the sensor, obviously, because virus. It was a wave. It could be an aggressive wave; a royal wave; a salute. As long as your chip was functioning, it was simply a matter of getting your hand close enough to gesture positively – throwing ones energy at the device in a complicit acknowledgement that the human race ended long before.
We are machines.
Perhaps too were the ants.
Some of the rebels held a belief that by removing their chip the ants couldn’t track them. For some it was the whole hand if haste was the flavour of the moment. To a degree they were correct about the chips; this being confirmed for me in the hereafter.
The ants could still smell us; but the radiowaves emitted from an individuals RFID chip were like a haze of warm apple pie ascending the stairs on a sunny mountain morning. The ants could trace where you’ve been like a rabid yet silent wild animal.
Gill Bates had a backdoor into everything. As did Snuckenberg and the entire patriot acting establishment. Their insistence that we adopt these things; as beneficial as they were; assured our destruction.
In philosophies of millennia past; money was a great evil. Ironic really that the removal of it in favor of a once obscure technology feared for it’s geo-tracking ability was precisely what would give the technological advantage to our insect predators.
More efficient money hastened our demise.
Who’d have thunk it?
We reached a time of such abundance and opportunity that we could invent an invisible system of social credit whose minutiae allowed our worst biological enemy to hone with electronically supported malice their violent contribution to our apocalypse.
Hunters with night-vision brutally chasing stinky meaty prey.
A right irony in Australia was the dominance of the emu after radiation worked it’s way through us. Like a wave of colonizers taking the land from it’s inhabitants; the emu grew as the ants did and was one of the few animals that thrived after the fall. Vicious bastards.