> 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." left out: it was _traffick boss's rock_. 1809 > > 1759 1800 > wristphone [speaker quaking in fear of life]: "yessir!" > > 1800
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