The year is 2036, and you finish a long day at the Amazon Gulag HQ where you spent 16 hours packing boxes. You punch out with your timecard, and glance at your weekly earnings after 96 hours of work, which totals $27.83 after the 80% tax imposed by President Baron Trump on all non millionaires and below. You get inside the Tesla Tube and it and catapults you to your house in under 30 seconds. During those 30 seconds you contemplate how it all came to this, but quickly forget as you pass by an ad for the new Halo game, which you are super excited to play. You turn on your console, and start the multiplayer. You can't get any headshots and die right away. You are exhausted from work, and have no energy left. You throw the controller at the wall but it quickly comes back to you as everything around you is a hologram. Your Roomba tells you "why don't you fuel up with some gamer fuel?" Thats when you go to the fridge and chug a can of Mountain Dew and chomp on some Doritos.
You are jacked in now. You hop back in, and right away get a 360 no scope one shot on Dr. Disrespect't A.I consciousness that was uploaded to the cloud. You are now unstoppable. Suddenly your console turns off, and you fall to the ground. Your holographic home and everything you "own" disappear, as you have reached your daily allotment of fun. Your Roomba reminds you that its time for your night shift as a customer service call support agent. You lay on the barren asphalt, and start accepting calls.
It might sound horrible, as you are eternally trapped in a capitalist hellscape with no end in sight, but then you remember, that for that one moment when you got that kill while the Mountain Dew and Doritos were giving you terrible bowel movements and heartburn....................................you were a king.
You are jacked in now. You hop back in, and right away get a 360 no scope one shot on Dr. Disrespect't A.I consciousness that was uploaded to the cloud. You are now unstoppable. Suddenly your console turns off, and you fall to the ground. Your holographic home and everything you "own" disappear, as you have reached your daily allotment of fun. Your Roomba reminds you that its time for your night shift as a customer service call support agent. You lay on the barren asphalt, and start accepting calls.
It might sound horrible, as you are eternally trapped in a capitalist hellscape with no end in sight, but then you remember, that for that one moment when you got that kill while the Mountain Dew and Doritos were giving you terrible bowel movements and heartburn....................................you were a king.
