Download or Die, Grandma

Progress isn’t progress anymore — it’s a corporate execution line. They call it “innovation,” but what it really means is that your grandmother can’t buy groceries without begging a glowing rectangle for permission.

Want the discount? Download the app. Want to ride the bus? Scan the QR code. Want to talk to a human being? Good luck — that voice was outsourced, silenced, or shot in the head years ago and replaced with a chatbot that loops you until you break.

This isn’t an oversight. It’s engineered cruelty. Every “update” strips away one more handhold for the people who wired the damn grid and built the bridges, until they’re left staring at a dead screen with shaking hands. The same hands that welded tanks, raised families, paid union dues — now mocked by an error message: invalid login.

It’s not forgetfulness. It’s not the collateral damage of progress. It’s the cold, deliberate pruning of anyone who doesn’t serve the algorithm’s hunger for data and profit.

Innovation, they call it. Execution, more like it. The system didn’t forget the old — it lined them up and pulled the trigger.