At least we get to enjoy our furbabies
Its called the matrix, and people will work super hard if you give them a nice title for that external validation that is so juicy. One day they wake up 60 years old, with a house full of old stuff they rarely used, since they were so busy all the time with working.
Probably missed seeing their kids grow up, and maybe also grew disconnected with the partner they liked as a young person.
So yeah. Gather money and get the hell out of that.
Smoke crack, then you’ll have less stuff to worry about and all the energy in the world to take it apart and sell the parts for more crack.
That might just help give me the get-up-and-go I’ve been needing to start running in the mornings, thanks!
I work because I’m stuck on this planet and can’t take a ship to fuck off into space.
You’d still have to work in space, though. Probably more than on Earth, in fact.
