Jill Sandwich

I just read my old novels, watch my old movies, and play my old video games. Life is chill on my end.

This all sounds like some dystopian nightmare world from hell.

When a product fails, it's usually the customer's fault!

Yes, mother. See him. Really see him.

They should sell it back to 20th Century Fox.

I look forward to a metaphysical existence in afterlife solitude where I can just play video games, watch movies, and read books for all eternity.

Is the score in the game any good?

This is similar to this novel I'm reading called The Harvest by Robert Charles Wilson, where aliens visit Earth and give each human being a choice whether they want to become immortal. Most of the population accepts the offer and become like Pluribus-type hive drones, only not quite as severely far gone as the people on that show, while only a handful of people worldwide decline the offer. The point is whatever aliens offer, whether it's immortality or riding around in a spaceship, they'll usually accept.

These guys have been so academia-brained, they think everything's a damn metaphor.

I don't want him to die...

They were probably itching to get rid of him for ages. They'd just found a good excuse.

MOTU is a hit!

He didn't even have that anymore. They fired him. They didn't even want to talk to him!

Thankfully I've avoided that injury.

Well yeah I had a fracture plus plantar fasciitis and Tarsal Tunnel Syndrome in my left foot that was really stubborn and took years to fade away.