Me, Myself and My Multiple Avatars

You look out longingly at the palm trees and roller skaters lining the Santa Monica beach outside the office.

"Alright, I'm done. I'm logging out for the night," you say as you look up at your coworker, sitting across the large, clean, bright white conference room.

You stand up, grab one of the frozen dinners that work sends you out of the refrigerator and throw it in the microwave.

You pull the food out of the microwave, sit back down at your desk, and take out your phone.

You swipe back out of the app before you even check to see what is lying behind the red notifications in the corner.

You could even get kicked out of your building based on the new laws around landlord rights.

You would almost certainly lose your job if some of your online identities came out.

As you start to tap out a question to the group, someone else sends a hyperlink into the thread. The link takes you to Twitter.

Calling out controversial content is, after all, the most effective form of clickbait these days.

You close out of Facebook, then Telegram, then the others.