There was also a big final group chat party thrown by the artist Molly Soda where people were celebrating their time on the service as it shut down, which was filled with people whose childhoods took place along with AIM’s rise. I think if I ever make a documentary about how humans have shifted socialization online, that party just a few years before the great covid migration stands out to me as one of the more beautiful moments of fully consensual online socialization.
This is our last cry before our eternal silence.
In the end, all we have is each other.
Reminds me of the very last release of a web comic I enjoyed: