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The mourners are actually all actors and extras from the same funeral scene in Heathers. Winona Ryder and Christian Slater are clearly visible in the audience, sitting near the back.
Being human totally sucks most of the time. Videogames are the only thing that make life bearable.
The facts were right there waiting for me, hidden in old books written by people who weren’t afraid to be honest. Artists and scientists and philosophers and poets, many of them long dead. As I read the words they’d left behind, I finally began to get a grip on the situation. My situation. Our situation. What most people referred to as “the human condition.” It was not good news.
The real public school system, the one run by the government, had been an underfunded, overcrowded train wreck for decades. And now the conditions at many schools had gotten so terrible that every kid with half a brain was being encouraged to stay at home and attend school online.
All I could do was stand there and wait for it to dissipate. “You’re evil, you know that?” I said. She grinned and shook her head. “Chaotic Neutral, sugar.” I grinned back at her. “I’m still going to beat you to the First Gate, you know.”
“Mr. Morrow, IOI owns this network.…” “Of course they do!” Morrow shouted gleefully. “They own practically everything! Including you, pretty boy! I mean, did they tattoo a UPC code on your ass when they hired you to sit there and spout their corporate propaganda?”
Those people were rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic and everyone knew it.