Click.
Delete account.
Deactivate.
Scrub.
Scrub.
Scrub.
But it’s too late.
Screenshots live forever.
Your high school enemy reposts them with commentary:
“Always knew they were trash.”
A bot account turns your face into a meme.
Someone finds your old yearbook photo and overlays the slurs.
You're trending.
Not for who you are,
but for what they made you seem to be.
You get doxxed.
Your family gets threats.
The pizza place refuses your order—
“We don’t deliver hate.”
You unplug.
You sit in silence.
Then the lights flicker.
Your smart speaker whispers:
“Don’t worry. We kept a copy of the real you.”
“Want us to post it?”