The Most Infinite & Renewable Resource
Gravity & Talking with the Bosses of Reality
Just got off the phone with the bosses of reality. They’re asking what we’re doing with reality’s most infinite and renewable resource...(It’s *love, just to be clear). They demand to know what it’s being hoarded for. I told them, y’know, the wolves have really managed to get into the human love hoard, being so willing to become dogs. They said that’s no excuse, that the dogs were an expansion pack and the human loving abilities are infinite- the wolves couldn’t have glitched it.
I told them, y’know guys, I’m doing the best I can over here! My next novel is nearly done, and maybe. They interrupted me. They were shouting all like, “WHAT IS GLITCHING THE HUMAN CAPACITY! WHO IS HOARDING THE LOVE!”
I was all like:
Well, there was a pair of twin towers! They went down! Everyone’s been shook since. The guy who owns Limited (which owns Victoria’s Secret) mr. wexner, leashed up this dude jeffrey. Gave him a billion dollars (randomly). Jeffrey went scheming a blackmail constellation of celebrities and politicians with global espionage using the innocence of children. Also using the intel and alliances of a british gal with a media spider daddy! There’s several wars pulled and tightened along those black mail strings they plotted on the map. People involved don’t have a heroic bone in their body, and just care about preserving their fragile reputation. So easy to pit people against each other, leveraged on the chance they can be singled out for the whole thing. There’s never ending inventions of even worse enemies. Culture says nobody cares about anything but the monies. Also, this guy mark managed to get the whole social algorithmic internet games to be foundationally built around rating womens’ visual appearance. We walked into a data driven surveillance state while over half the population is too stupid, unhealthy, and stressed to ever understand the technology containing them. Artificial intelligence is hardly even a discussable topic, despite it’s exponential accelerations. We have 70% less animals (in general!) since the 70’s which is insane. People don’t know how to have conversations anymore because everyone’s gathered too much information, all overstimulated and informed on different things. A boy’s club is trying to sleight of hand the entirety of American democracy right now, and we don’t even know if its low or high key. Reality’s racial settings keep being turned back up to heated tensions for obviously nefarious reasons. Don’t get me started on elon. We should put him in a coliseum with nick cannon and see whose hoard of baby mama’s built a better monster to fight with.
The bosses of reality interrupted me with laugher and then, told me to shut up.
I was like, oh.
Okay… *please don’t glitch me out of reality.*
They said that I have full access to the entire hoard of the infinite renewable resource. They said there’s no excuses. I have to use it. I have to use it like I could never finish spending it. They said my budget is unlimited, but I must try to spend it all. They said my human capacity to love will take me to infinity and beyond. Then they played a buzz lightyear sound effect. I asked if they liked Pixar, and started crying, sharing that the last film I got to see in the theatre with my dad, was Pixar’s latest, Elio.
They said, now isn’t that sweet… Okay, back to it, Cheerio!
***Cutie reminder that you have full access to the infinite renewable resource, too.
The ability to love sincerely and increase that capacity is the greatest thing about being human together, reallyyyyyyyy.
