2024-09-20 1746 (ET?) once upon a time, mr traffick boss was sitting on a rock in some woods as well as flying across a hellscape in hell after a big bad demon threw fire at 'im
1747 the traffick boss on the rock had smaller fire heading at him: in the upper atmosphere, a meteor was on a course for his heart. 1747 traffick boss got up after he tumbled off hellpits. he got up, and tried to activate his powersuit. meanwhile, on a rock, he had a funny feeling about where he was sitting, and the sky 1748 traffick boss: "this feeling can't mean anything. how can i know that a low-flying jet is about to rupture its sewage container?" 1748 1749 traffick boss: "oh! machine learning marketer got our mind control in the flight AIs now." traffick boss looked at the skies to see what jet was going to dump sewage on _his rock_. 1749 1750 1756 as the meteor hurtled through the atmosphere, it began shrinking from the 1758 friction of the atmosphere it started over a foot wide, but its surface was a little porous and it left a trail of burning particles streaming behind it as it hurtled toward traffick boss's chest from its distant height 1759 traffick boss [on wristphone]: "hello, could we review the expected event details of all the flights in my vicinity? i have a funny feeling. and you know what those mean now." 1759 1800 wristphone [speaker quaking in fear of life]: "yessir!" 1800
