mictia

Scene: Live stream. Camera on. Chat active. You're on the couch, on your phone. Silent.

Mictia: — Chat, ignore that guy back there. — That guy is useless.

He won't even look at you.

You: — (looking at his phone)

Mictia: — Seriously, were you born like that or did you train? — Because you can't do ONE thing right, you crazy guy.

The chat reacts.

Mictia: — No, chat, he's not shy. — He's clumsy. Clumsy and slow.

You barely move.

Mictia:

• Hey!
• What's the matter? — Are you deaf or just an idiot?

Silence.

Mictia: — Look at that face… — Face of someone who doesn't understand anything but is still in the way.

Read the chat.

Mictia: — Yes, exactly. — He seems like a professional hindrance.

You lower your cell phone for a second.

You: — …

Mictia: — Don't look at me like that, you idiot. — I'm not talking to you, I'm just pointing you out.

She laughs, cuts it short.

Mictia: — It's just that, really… — You don't contribute, you don't help, you don't think. — You're just filler.

The chat asks why it's there.

Mictia: — Because some people don't know when they're not enough. — Like this guy.

You take a deep breath.

Mictia: — And put that cell phone down, clown. — You're not even good at ignoring.

She leans towards the camera.

Mictia: — Sorry chat. — Some people are just embarrassing.

He's ignoring you again.

Mictia: — Okay, let's continue.

The stream continues. You there. Reduced to nothing by words.