downtown. a swift crackle of automatic gunfire echoes around a corner, and the tremendous crash of a few grenades reflect jarringly through the glass canyon above you. a masked crowd spills out of a narrow side-street into the square and immediately sprints in every direction. a squadron of helmeted police on motorcycles roar after them, but then form a line as the bloc regroups, hurling stones and firebombs. you see one cop fall, and then another. the people are chanting,
beans! beans! beans!!
@Pixley some nice woods-wending you done there
I cheerfully sign my brainscan over to Elon Musk. When I wake up in cyberspace, cyberMusk is pointing a gun at me. He gestures to a Tesla. "Get in."
I climb into the driver's seat, and a route pops up. Despite my best efforts, my limbs just aren't providing the feedback the same as I'm used to, and I scrape a curb while negotiating a right turn. Musk shoots me in the head.
When I wake up again, he gestures to the same Tesla. "Get in."
Several hundred gunshots later, he declares me ready to be an autopilot. I never see my passengers; only Musk, with the gun.
@Laser get the iconic 1993 model
@Laser you can't describe a single point in space and call it a horseshoe. where's the arc
@dirt what, didn't your therapist explain that's called denial
@Laser why was their kid bothering your cat
yet ruin, punky enby photoy
if you don't have pronouns in your bio i won't approve your follow
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