*sigh*, vent, minor sui-adjacent snark
*puts on trenchcoat, fedora (the Carmen Sandiego kind, not the incel kind), whiskey flask, and flat-footed shoes*
Guess who's dumb enough to play detective in this whole apocalyptic social mess.
Fuck me.
Maybe, just maybe I can actually get enough information to bring some sanity to this. But you know, I don't believe in that anymore. All I want is a clean conscience for myself. And maybe, deep down, an excuse to spend the next five years of my life in a social-media-free bunker.
Maybe I'll get really lucky, this'll turn out like Blade Runner, and I'll get to have been an android all along. Or maybe I'll get even luckier and it'll turn out to be like DOA.
re: *sigh*, vent, minor sui-adjacent snark
@Leucrotta YOU TEMPT ME, OH YOU TEMPT ME.
In fact, I think Mars is gonna start figuring out how to build orbital defenses. (Hey! Hey, @acetone_kitten! I know we don't talk much anymore, but can you get the Lunarians to build us some orbital defenses?)