electric dreams

Anonymous
03/09/22(Wed)11:16:28 No.366120804
The year is 2040. You wake up in your
one room pod and hit the alarm. You
waddle out of bed and take your SSRIs.
After showering and eating a breakfast
of cockroach milk and maggot chips,
you head over to your desk to begin
36 JPG your 10 hour a day Assistant Diversity
Officer job at Facebook. The day is the
same as always, unfulfilling and no sense of a job well
done. You order your daily millipede burger through
GrubHub for lunch (financed over six weeks of course).
After work is done you put on your headset and talk
to your mother in the metaverse since gatherings of
two or more people have been banned due to the
corona wave. Your mail is shot into your room through
a tube. You notice your monthly UBI check has come.
Most of it will be going to food and rent this month. But
you remember you can sell your data to Google for an
extra $20. Between that and what you have leftover
from your check, you buy an instant delivery of weed,
videogames, and porn from Amazon. After an evening
of consooming, you look at your phone and begin
anxiously scrolling through dating apps. After a while
you wonder if paying for a prostitute for the girlfriend
experience is easier now that prostitution is fully
legalized. You then hear a knock on the door and see
two men on the other side. "Sorry, but you're going to
have to come with for a mandatory vasectomy as
per a new government initiative to stifle birthrates and
fight climate change". As your dragged into a van
kicking and screaming, your neighbor Vaush pokes his
head and says:
"Sorry Chud, but all the peer-reviewed studies I've read
say this is the best way to live."