Badgers, Billionaires & Bullshit
Alright, settle down, settle down. Or don't. What do I care? You’re probably reading this on the toilet, aren't you? The only place anyone gets any real thinking done these days. The porcelain throne room, the last bastion of analog contemplation before your neuralink kicks back in with the morning's mandatory dose of sunshine. Speaking of which, did you get your "National Optimism Initiative" ping yet? Straight from the government, bless their centrally-planned hearts. AI-generated daily affirmations, folks. "You are a productive cog!" "Compliance is contentment!" "Your data footprint is a testament to your engagement!" My implant told me this morning, "Today is a gift, that's why they call it the present... and also, please report any unregulated thoughts to Sector 7G." I almost choked on my nutrient paste. Optimism. They think they can *schedule* optimism. Like it's a goddamn software update for the soul. ...