The year was 4085, another day at Robert Patterson Industries, a subsidiary of Oxygen (not the channel, but the air you breathed). This was back around the time the zeta prime initiative failed, when Trump remained in control of Sector Z and all of the ships therein. I was on patrol, well, actually I was on an extended lunch break.
I was on the clock, who cares.
My neurocaster was on the fritz so no videos from TikTok-a-Cola-Amazon-Catholicism that day. Had to make due with the free 10,000 Tbps speed "internet". Gay. My commanding officer calls it the poor man's neurocaster. I never caught the analogy seeing as how we use poor men for lube. All types of lube.
Anyway, yah. I'll never forget that day, me on lunch, on my iPhone 48,293 SE; the Pro Max is for suckers. And there, still, was GameRevolution.com/forum, a subsidiary of Water (the channel).
2 poor men were there, arguing about books, movies. Something about religion, music tastes... and the Mafia? Still going strong, even now amid the pandemic. But fuck that noise, it's a common flu...
So yeah, my first visit to the GR forums. Entertaining? No. A complete waste of time? Yes. Was I paid either way? Oh, you better believe I was. My commanding officer UghRochester admonished me for taking an extended break, I swear I could've seen a tear welling in and about his orbital confluence. Jeez he took his patrols seriously.
“Twilight again. Another ending. No matter how perfect a day is, it always has to end.” Someone tell that to GR, yeesh!