The Moderator drew his katana. The target was close.
The Moderator was a feared warrior here in the Facebook metaverse—a vast, digital world in which you could be anyone (pending approval by Facebook), go anywhere (that ads are served), and do anything (that generates ad revenue or is part of a larger revenue-generation strategy). In here, you could be a fierce centaur galloping to work at your virtual office, or a ten-foot-tall Greek god shopping for statement glassware in a simulated Crate & Barrel.
But the metaverse was also a dangerous place, and it was the Moderator’s job to keep it safe. Nazi propaganda, fraud, imagery with visible human female nipple outside the context of art or breastfeeding—there was danger around every corner.
The Moderator’s heart rate was jacked. The dangerous content was just steps away. Any Moderator worth his salt could take down visible human female nipple outside the context of art or breastfeeding, but this wasn’t visible human female nipple outside the context of art or breastfeeding; this wasn’t even a closeup of buttocks outside the context of political satire—this was implied anus.
The Moderator moved to strike, but the image with implied anus saw the Moderator’s approaching shadow just in time and fluttered into the sky like a sail on the wind.