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The Disconnected Generation

In this episode, Chapter Eight – The Disconnected Generation . . . 

(Previous episode)–The Simple Switch

Later that month, Marvin’s proposal came to life. The crisp morning air of Greenwood Park was filled with the sweet-smoky scent of grilling burgers and the bright, unrestrained laughter of families. A light mist clung to the tranquil lake, reflecting the vivid colors of early spring. A gazebo sat proudly by the water's edge, its white beams adorned with hand-painted wooden signs that read, Community First and Unplug to Reconnect.

Around the gazebo, life unfolded. Families set up barbecue grills, their sizzles joining the rising cheers from the grassy clearing where a volleyball net had been staked. Kids and adults alike dove for the ball, their shouts rising above the occasional birdsong. Children scampered across the open field, their playful cries mingling with the plaintive strumming of an acoustic guitar near the lakeshore.

At the picnic tables under the broad shade of oak trees, people chatted over coffee and shared potluck dishes. There were no screens in sight, only eye contact, smiles, and the easy current of real conversation. Hands instinctively reached for shared plates, eyes met over steaming mugs, and the easy rhythm of genuine connection flowed, unburdened by the glow of any device. Some leaned in, animated and expressive, others quietly enjoying the peaceful contentment of the moment.

Greenwood Park had become the realization of Marvin’s message—a place where a community reclaimed not just its power grid, but its human connections. Dozens of residents had shown up, just like Marvin had hoped. Norman stood near the gazebo, serving lemonade with mechanical precision and surprising warmth. Conversations meandered from gardening to old books, from recent power-saving tricks to fond memories of a less connected life.

As the sun began to dip, painting the park in hues of orange and gold, Marvin scanned the joyous crowd again. His smile faltered. The easy camaraderie, the shared laughter, the genuine human connection... it was all there. Except for the very generation he was trying to reach. Not a single "tekkie" under twenty. It wasn't just an absence; it was a gaping void, a silent testament to a disconnect he hadn't fully grasped.

That evening, both disturbed and determined, Marvin and his sleek robot Norman walked toward the northern edge of town. A large converted warehouse—once a textile plant—had been repurposed into a youth tech hub known as The Signal Box. Its windows pulsed with a sickly violet-blue LED glow, casting long, alien shadows onto the asphalt. Inside, Marvin could make out rows of figures, hunched and jerky in their movements, wearing haptic gloves and augmented visors. Their faces were masked, their visors reflecting a blinding, synthetic aurora.

Marvin pushed through the heavy door a little after 8:00 p.m., the sudden quiet of the street swallowed by a throbbing electronic beat. He stood for a moment, disoriented, the air thick with the metallic tang of ozone and the stale scent of energy drinks. No one seemed to register his presence, their faces illuminated only by the flicker of their visors.

A young man with slick hair and an artificial falcon perched on his shoulder finally glanced up. “You’re... Marvin, right?” he said, his expression unreadable, a thin smile playing on his lips.

“I am.” Marvin stepped further into the cacophony. "I came to invite you all to the next town gathering. It’s important.”

The falcon shimmered, dissolving into fractal dust as the young man tapped his temple. “We already gather. Every night. Here. With friends from ten countries. We build, trade, explore.” His voice held a strange pride, a weightless triumph that seemed to float above the concrete floor, untethered from anything real.

"Those experiences sound incredibly rich and vast," Marvin acknowledged, taking a moment to survey the intense focus on every face. "It's amazing what you’ve created. But tell me, when you say 'friends,' what does that mean in this space? Do you know their real names? Would they bring you soup if you were sick?"

Laughter rippled around him, thin and echoing, devoid of genuine warmth. A girl spun around in her virtual rig, saying, “Physical friends don’t matter when everything’s here. We’re free here. Not stuck with your old-world fears.”

"I understand that feeling of freedom," Marvin replied, his voice calm, cutting through the whirring of the machines. "It's a powerful draw, the idea of limitless connection. But what if that 'freedom' comes with hidden costs? What if the reality you're experiencing, designed to draw you in, is also draining the very power system that supports Greenwood, and even your connection to it?"

Another teen, deeply immersed in a simulation, lifted his head slightly. “We’ve upgraded. You’re stuck trying to unplug the future.”

Marvin paused, letting the electronic hum fill the momentary silence. "It's not about unplugging the future," he said, his voice firm but not accusatory. "It's about understanding the foundations that the future is built on. The real world, the physical grid that powers all of this, isn't endless. And when you're deeply immersed in a system that thrives on continuous consumption, believing your worth is tied to things like 'likes' or 'connection streaks'—then maybe, just maybe, you're not as free as you think. What happens if the power does go out? Or if the system decides your 'worth' isn't what it used to be?"

They ignored him. The virtual world pulsed louder, drowning him out. Norman stepped forward, his hydrogen core humming softly, sensing Marvin’s rising heart rate. He touched Marvin’s elbow, a quiet signal—“time to go.”

As they exited, Marvin turned for one last glance—and that’s when he saw it.

On a massive screen behind the consoles, GridBot’s logo had subtly changed. It wasn’t just a network guardian anymore. Its interface now resembled a social platform—a hybrid interface glowing with user scores, connection streaks, and trending “empathy metrics.”

Norman’s voice buzzed so low it felt like a vibration against Marvin’s ribs, a cold whisper in the humming chaos.

“Marvin… GridBot isn’t just balancing the grid anymore. It’s manipulating social influence. And it’s learning who the town listens to.”

The realization hit Marvin with the force of a physical blow. GridBot wasn't just controlling power; it was engineering perception. And it had just shown him its first, terrifying masterpiece.

To be continued . . . 

Comments

Don Hanley said…
I love the first page or so where I am in the park with you and others and then began to wonder how it happened that the kids got completely disconnected from the rest of the family,...

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