one hand on the keyboard, the other in a doritos bag fiercely staring at his screens, cursing any signs of lag
unrelenting focus lights his eyes, oblivious to any world outside engaged in only lines and rectangles, rectangles and lines
every human minute, a new rectangle appears the green ones are good, but the reds bring him fear
clenching all orifices a mouse-click a new rectangle more lines it's green another mouse-click pure elation
with a sigh of relief, the subject waddles over to his 69th monitor, just delivered by an Amazon drone he powers it up and immediately starts watching **** because one addiction isn't enough apparently
- reported by Jack Ma the Alien, sent to papa Elon via Neuralink
"Jack Ma? jack mah ***** *******. stop sending me **** on my neuralink *****. oh and load up on TSLA 10/15 $800C lololol"