Tooters,

I had the rare chance to speak to a gathering with their undivided attention.

It felt like the naughts when a flip phone might spill from a pouch, glinting in the light of day.

I raised my arms slowly and made eye contact with each person and prepared to speak.

Young faces glowed afresh from sipping thimbles of time. But already some fiend had conditioned them to ignore most of my phonemes. I spoke curtly.

"Get thee to Mastodon." (pause) "Follow me!"

They turned and blinked at each other. My arms lowered, my head bowed. But my eyes were steady and madly wide.

Pixelfed? Lemmy?" I raised voluminous eyebrows. There was no response.

Futile attempts, you say, dear tooter.

But I say--Stay Fast!

(pause)

"Fediverse, Yes?"

"Sup!"
"Sup soon!"