Follome

The entertainer. The consumer. The savior. A dystopic future saturated by social media.

Pass the tests, and you receive your very own Follower, a mysterious robot that catalogues and broadcasts your every move for the growing viewership to devour. What lengths would you go to in the name of fame? What limits would you put on your own depravity? How would you save the world once it inevitably crumbled, leaving you the sole survivor surrounded by nothing but cameras?

In the age of FOLLOME, are there any survivors?