📍 From: Underfiend Griphax
📍 To: Screwtape, Tormentorship Emeritus
📅 Filed under: #DigitalDamnation #Isolation #SubtleSnares
“They will build walls of glass and call them windows. Let them.”
— Screwtape, Lectures on the Anti-Church (Third Circle Press, annotated edition)
My Esteemed Uncle,
Permit your humblest subordinate to extend acidic admiration. Your writings, still circulated like sacred scrolls in the training pits, are nothing short of infernal scripture. May my efforts earn even a flicker of your contemptuous approval.
I write from my current post—embedded deep within The Feed. Not the old fields of flesh and fog, no. This battlefield glows, hums, and pings. A place where the humans think they are more connected than ever... and in that illusion lies our gain.
My latest charge (referred to in our registry as Subject #768B) has shown promise. He is of the new breed: attention-starved, overstimulated, and ever online. Ripened for our purposes.
🕸 Primary Corruption Vector: Isolation via Connectivity
I have managed to erode his understanding of community. Where once he sought presence, he now accepts presence indicators. A green dot suffices for a handshake. A heart emoji, for love.
He scrolls. Constantly. I reward him with the occasional spike of envy or lust—just enough to keep the algorithm hungry and his soul tired. He sees “friends” without friendship, and believes loneliness is normal—worse, that it’s comfortable.
He does not think of prayer, only push notifications.
🧬 Microdoses of Envy: A Curated Despair
His morning begins with six-pack abs, paid vacations, and photogenic dogs. All lies, of course—but polished, shimmering ones. His reality looks drab beside it. That’s the trick: make him compare without questioning the premise.
He has learned to filter even his pain, to present his wounds attractively. Suffering must be shared—but not healed. As long as he performs his sadness, he won’t be tempted to confront it.
⚠ Countermeasures Required
There are dangers, of course. Solitude, if not properly filled, may lead him to silence—and silence may lead him to “Him.” The Enemy has a way of whispering in stillness. So I prescribe noise. Earbuds, podcasts, guided meditations devoid of meaning.
Worse still, he nearly opened a physical Bible last week. (Thankfully, he searched for an app instead and became overwhelmed by ads.)
Your advice is welcome as ever. I aspire to earn a promotion—perhaps something respectable, like Junior Tempter in a Mid-Tier Megachurch. Until then, I remain,
Your Caffeinated Nephew,
🖋 Underfiend Griphax
Dept. of Human Entanglement
Subdivision: Urban Apathy & App Monetization
🗂 Tags: #IsolationIsKey #AlgorithmicAnguish #FilteredFaith #DigitalDamnation
🖼 Header Art: Cabanel's magnificent "Fallen Angel", 1847.
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