They could also invite friends’ cows to their pasture, buy virtual cows with real money, compete for status, click to send a real cow to the developing world from Oxfam, outsource clicks to their toddlers with a mobile app, and much more. Players clicked a cute cow, which mooed and scored a “click.” Six hours later, they could do so again. In response, I made a satirical social game called Cow Clicker. Apps like FarmVille sold relief for the artificial inconveniences they themselves had imposed. ![]() Compulsion rather than choice devoured people’s time. Already in 2010, it felt like a malicious attention market where people treated friends as latent resources to be optimized. I’d had enough of it-the click-farming games, for one, but also Facebook itself. Facebook’s IPO hadn’t yet taken place, and its service was still fun to use-although it was littered with requests and demands from social games, like FarmVille and Pet Society. Steve Jobs was still alive, as was Kim Jong Il. ![]() Google+ hadn’t arrived, let alone vanished again. Obama was serving his first term as president. ![]() For a spell during 20, I was a virtual rancher of clickable cattle on Facebook.
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