Radio Broadcast – Echoes After the Storm
📻✨ Static crackled through the old transmitter as Ivy Mae tuned in. Three voices emerged, layered over the hum of generators and wind through broken windows.
Host (measured): “Welcome back to After the Current. Today, we revisit the collapse of the trillion-dollar empire that never was. Investors burned, factories abandoned, and promises of universal robots and automation? Gone.”
Analyst 1 (sharp): “The fallout was immediate. Stockholders screamed, lawsuits filed, protests in cities across the continent. People demanded answers, demanded accountability… but the infrastructure had already melted in the northern solar flare.”
Analyst 2 (thoughtful): “And on the ground, shortages hit fast. Factories idle, warehouses empty, workers without pay. Supply chains collapsed. Hungry people queued for scraps while headlines celebrated failed tech visions. The robots? Nonexistent. The dream? Rusted metal and empty promises.”
Host: “Who—or what—was behind it all? Hedge funds chasing hype? Billionaires gambling with human labor? Or a system that rewards spectacle over substance?”
Analyst 1: “All of it. And yet the human cost is what people remember: revolts, hunger, chaos. It’s a cautionary tale for any who think power and money can outlast reality.”
Analyst 2: “Even the most engineered plans crumble. One storm—and all the illusions melt away.”
📻 The broadcast ended with static, leaving Ivy Mae staring at the horizon. “Stories survive,” they whispered. “Warnings survive. But the giants… they rust away.” 🔮🌾