This is a short story in a land of nowhere, where the people of that land no longer hold pens or hoes. In that land they hold a joystick, a sacred tool that they say can control the fate and direction of the world just by moving their thumbs. And from that joystick they have become to feel in control of everything, such as world politics, the global economy, public opinion, even just the price of an egg in the market.
Their children grow up from an early age to be taught not to understand history or love the earth, but rather to be able to master the secret button combination, X, O, Triangle, and Square. Whoever is able to press L1 + R2 while avoiding the algorithm bomb, then he is likely to be the leader of the future.
The politicians of that country no longer campaign to go directly to the field. They just sit back, smile at the camera, then while playing the joystick then shift data, manipulate the problem of numbers, and with laughter they control the image like playing a character according to the character they want. "In this country, the people are enough to be spectators," he said, "and let us play according to our desires.”
The funny thing is, for them the world is a part controlled by their joystick, no one wants to admit that their hands are actually just dancing on the existing lust and greed. Their servers become a container for storing control, a connection full of falsehood to spy on. Then who doesn't play with sincerity, if there are maybe only a handful of people who are forced to play behind the loading screen that never ends.
That's the story of the country behind the screen, in a country of joysticks that are part of greed, everyone feels like they are in control, when in fact they are only being controlled. By whom? Who knows. Maybe by the joystick company that is laughing at the very last moment, then while preparing to sell the latest version, Joystick V. Falsehood 3.0—with additional features, false confidence, increasingly false control, along with imagination and delusion that are becoming increasingly limitless.