the_dunk_tank
It's the dunk tank.
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my grandmother was born during the early depression era and only managed to finish 8th grade before dropping out to get some shit job to support the family.
so like, it's all falling apart still, but on a 100 year timeline, we're not down too much.
maybe in another hundred years, americans will still know primary colors and be able to count to like 10.
The year is 2122 and to get to a food distribution center - a brave American soul has braved the outside with its toxic atmosphere and skin burning UV rays due to the partial destruction of ozone layer by climate change mitigation efforts. It is 120 degrees outside. And it's much hotter inside her suit. She is at the center to get her monthly allowance of 10 units of food. "Food" is what it's called anyway.
"Hey, droid. You gave me 9 units."
"Incorrect. There are 10."
"Count them yourself: 9. A unit is clearly missing." Are even droids selling shit on the black market now?
"Dogs." Cyberdyne Systems cyberdogs are programmed to kill in 13 different ways. For control purposes there are 3 dogs in the room. There are dozens patrolling the center.
"Hey, you know what? 10. I made a mistake. There are 10 here! I am a happy citizen!" She doesn't want dogs escorting her home.
"Yes. Yes, you are. Next!"