Sometimes I check the settings of my computer or my phone in the hopes of finding the little red badge telling me there’s something for me to do, that I am called upon, that something’s there to be renewed: the software update. If I see it I feel the slightest endorphin hit, or is it adrenaline, microscopic, barely perceptible and yet compelling. What am I anticipating? It is hope in its meagerest form. It’s beyond foolish and beyond pointless, it’s been proven again and again to be futile. But I am hoping for the update to end all updates, the one to solve the world. That fixes all its own bugs and the others. The one that points us to the light. This could be the one. But after the screen goes black and the device comes back to life, and its progress is complete, and it says welcome back or maybe nothing at all the world within it, just like the world outside. is a little worse than it was before.