Press Persecution

In the near future, in a perilous state that humankind finds itself in, the weight of expectation so paper thin, it rests on the last gasp of democracy: the press. In a spade of witchunts and murder, journalism has become so sparse that only the very daring and reckless will commit themselves to its envious thrill and dubious role within the last frontiers.

The underworld is wrung with the sane and insane, with people hedging their bets on whether actual images are real. In the world of AI, nothing is certain and the amount of journalists killed - especially in recent crises, the artform has become a certain way of a short life.

They lay in the places best not explored, the last of the press and they come in various shapes and sizes. Noone can be trusted. Knocks at the door at night. People taken and never seen again. The expansion of the authoritatianism crunching its severe weight down on the human rights will eat at the very soul of the people's belief in reality.

In the future, nothing can be verified, and the very people who are known as the harbringers of fact and the keepers of information, the vaults of justice are in fact living a life akin to dangling off a 10-story building, aloft with the belief in humanity.

The journalists of the future don't even use conventional equipment. It's all on the black market and subversive. A small shiv like selfie stick to capture facts, ancedotes and reels - hoped to be viewed by the people as crazed as their creators, or capturers.

The journalists live a reckless role of hope, they stay at night - awake and hopeless. Where the supression of the truth by the bourgeois will be the forthright intent of the ruling class. It is anarchy and there is no communication and knowledge. The dark times, almost like the Dark Ages , in the future...