çoğunluğun aksine en beğendiğim bölümüydü black mirror'ın. umutsuz başlayıp, umutsuz bitenlerden. diğer bölümlerde yakın gelecekten bahsedilirken bu bölümde tam da ayna görevi görülüyor. asıl soru herkes bing'in yaptığını mı yapardı o konuşmadan sonra?
söylenecek çok şey var belki ama bing zaten bölümün içinde bizler için söylemiş:
"ı haven't got a speech. ı didn't plan words. ı didn't even try to... ı just knew ı had to get here, to stand
here, and ı wanted you to listen. to really listen, not just pull a face like you're listening, like you do the rest of the time. a face that you're feeling instead of processing. you pull a face, and poke it towards the stage, and we lah-di-dah, we sing and dance and tumble around. and all you see up here, it's not people, you don't see people up here, it's all fodder. and the faker the fodder, the more you love it, because fake fodder's the only thing that works any more. ıt's all that we can stomach. actually, not quite all. real pain, real viciousness, that, we can take. yeah, stick a fat man up a pole. we laugh ourselves feral, because we've earned the right, we've done cell time and he's slacking, the scum, so ha-ha-ha at him! because we're so out of our minds with desperation, we don't know any better. all we know is fake fodder and buying shit. that's how we speak to each other, how we express ourselves, is buying shit.
what, ı have a dream?
the peak of our dreams is a new app for our dopple,
it doesn't exist!
ıt's not even there!
we buy shit that's not even there. show us something real and free and beautiful. you couldn't.
yeah? ıt'd break us. we're too numb for it.
ı might as well choke.
ıt's only so much wonder we can bear. when you find any wonder whatsoever, you dole it out in meagre portions. only then until it'saugmented, packaged, and pumped through 10,000 preassigned filters till it's nothing more than a meaningless series of lights, while we ride day in day out,
all tiny cells and tiny screens
and bigger cells and bigger screens
and fuck you!
that's what it boils down to.
fuck you for sitting there
and slowly making things worse.
fuck you and your spotlight
and your sanctimonious faces.
fuck you all for thinking
the one thing
ı came close to never meant
for oozing around it and crushing it
into a bone, into a joke.
one more ugly joke
in a kingdom of millions.
fuck you for happening.
fuck you for me, for us,
ilgili sahne izlenilebilir.