Time? Like, sure, everyone may die due to global catatstrophic end of all blah, blah, blah…now or tomorrow but it but you write damn near that vivid the fuck “vision” of the “future.”

With an-I’ve-totally-all-but-been-there gorram near nostalgic recollection of how these foreign Terminator assets turn out to just be corporate media reps, again, suckers.

They end up wishing they were slaves back in the day, since now, ther’re unable to commit suicide anymore and now, rather unnaturally, they’re pestering kidss and asking for details about anything that doesn’t exist. Like scrapping recycling from totally-not-trash but thought “trash” rebinned for AI-gen plastic-thought rehash of everything everyone else almost-thought into a compost TV “show.” Scrapping it together with the loudly named “mind-food” that makes the a fuzzy black and white TV today seem valuable to have access to.

At least there actually is no content there and you could choose it back in the day.