At first, all the cogs and gears worked gracefully. Those hibernated on the Generation Ship lived happily under the watchful eye of its holographic array, in a state of simulated bliss. I could only watch from behind glass. A conductor cannot…

Within the holographic display of the Generation Ship, this was the first dream that they programmed. It would repeat and echo itself across an infinite number of simulated lifetimes, adding some tender warmth to the Great Sleep.

He’s a Nazi We don’t like Kanye He’s a Nazi We don’t like Elon He’s a Nazi We don’t like Trump Someone probably should have told him He’s a Nazi We don’t like Kanye He’s a Nazi We don’t like Elon He’s a Nazi We don’t like Trump Well…

special guest appearance by Hans