Gone are the references to CD players and mortgage repayments, replaced by all-consuming social networks

Trainspotting‘s classic ‘Choose Life’ monologue inspired an entire generation, and has been seen plastered to the wall of student bedrooms ever since. It was more than just a film quote, it was a mantra, a condensed and instantly memorable way of life.

When the trailer for the cult film’s sequel was released earlier today (November 3), fans were treated to a modern update on the popular sermon. Gone are the references to CD players and mortgage repayments (because, who can even afford to buy a house?), replaced by head-nods to all-consuming social networks, revenge porn and slut shaming.

Read the full updated version from Trainspotting 2:

“Choose life
Choose Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and hope that someone, somewhere cares
Choose looking up old flames, wishing you’d done it all differently
And choose watching history repeat itself
Choose your future
Choose reality TV, slut shaming, revenge porn
Choose a zero hour contract, a two hour journey to work
And choose the same for your kids, only worse, and smother the pain with an unknown dose of an unknown drug made in somebody’s kitchen
And then… take a deep breath
You’re an addict, so be addicted
Just be addicted to something else
Choose the ones you love
Choose your future
Choose life”

Watch the full trailer below:

And in case you’ve forgotten the original:

“Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?”