Every single day I am doing these dishes, one after another, like I am a machine or robot, but I am human… Seeing my fellow…
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Every single day I am doing these dishes, one after another, like I am a machine or robot, but I am human…
Seeing my fellow people doing these dishes like me helps me with my identity crisis because they all seem human and do human stuff like Bob. He washes dishes with his left hand only and has no right hand.
Where did his right hand go? The right hand is the most important hand we use. If you know, you know ;D.
Okay, so I just came into work today and found out that Bob just randomly gained a new right hand, I asked him where he got it, but he just kept deflecting my question. Bob is getting me mad, right?
Why am I contradicting myself? I am a real human, a real human, a real human, real, what is real? What is love, baby don’t hurt me. What am I thinking? I am doing dishes for a company I don’t know the name of, right? What is the company’s name, Facehook, no, Metavese, no, what is it called again?
The next day I come in, Bob is gone. Where did he go, I checked everywhere, the bathroom, the other bathroom, and the kitchen, but he is gone.
He vanished into thin air as if he wasn’t real. What if I am not real? Nah, who am I kidding, I have a lovely wife at home, and her name is…
Her name is…Maggie, no, wait, um, her name is Jackie Chan, no, that is a famous actor, um, I’ll ask her when I get home. I got home, but my house is gone; why is my house gone? There is only a piece of land standing where my house was.
Wow, I am floating, beautiful. Oh no, I am falling; now I am waking up? I woke up in a tube filled with liquid, and now I am being informed that Facebook has taken over the world and has everyone in tubes to use as electricity. What kind of matrix plot is this?
Oh my god, I see Bob, and he is so fat, but why am I so fat, and why is everyone fat? I woke up again to see that everyone has turned into Mark Zuckerberg; what the actual f*ck is this. Now everyone has lizard eyes, but at least I can now go back home to my wife.
Okay, my wife is a sex robot, and my kids are half-robot, half-lizard. How does that even make sense? I guess Mark Zuckerberg made it possible through Facebook.
I wake up again in a room and find myself in an alternate reality where Hitler won the war. Then everything goes to darkness, “Grandpa didn’t even leave us a will, what a loser, L in the chat for grandpa and spam L Grandpa,” said my grandson streaming my dead body in the hospital on twitch…
“Well, I guess it is time for Covela 29, a mixture of Covid and Ebola,” said God looking down on earth disappointedly.
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