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Alright, first of all, thank you for the update, Captain Interstellar Septic Services.
Second: I’d like to respectfully push back on a few points, without using bad words, because apparently I still have a shred of dignity left and/or a filter installed by the simulation.
If we’re in a virtual reality designed to scare us into… producing fuel, then frankly the UX needs work. Because instead of existential terror, most of us are just stressed about emails, knees that hurt for no reason, and why the toaster is judging us. If this is a high-stakes bio-energy program, the dev team really leaned hard into “mild inconvenience” as the core mechanic.
Also, if Earth is destroyed and you are the one manually refueling the ship… buddy, that sounds less like divine overseer and more like you lost a rock-paper-scissors tournament on the bridge. Which, again, sorry about your job, but that feels like an HR issue, not a cosmic revelation.
As for telling us the truth knowing we won’t believe you: classic move. Very “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed” energy. Respect. But if the goal was to maximize output, I feel like announcing it at the end of a 16-hour shift maybe wasn’t the optimal strategy. Timing matters in comedy and apocalyptic disclosures.
Anyway, sleep well. Recharge. Tomorrow’s another big day of pretending this is all normal, not swearing, and absolutely not thinking about spaceships powered by fear and digestive byproducts.
Sweet dreams, Fuel Technician, at sixteen hours past quality control you need all the rest you can get, for all our sakes.
Yours, Blissfully-Ignorant-Fuel Pod.
Second: I’d like to respectfully push back on a few points, without using bad words, because apparently I still have a shred of dignity left and/or a filter installed by the simulation.
If we’re in a virtual reality designed to scare us into… producing fuel, then frankly the UX needs work. Because instead of existential terror, most of us are just stressed about emails, knees that hurt for no reason, and why the toaster is judging us. If this is a high-stakes bio-energy program, the dev team really leaned hard into “mild inconvenience” as the core mechanic.
Also, if Earth is destroyed and you are the one manually refueling the ship… buddy, that sounds less like divine overseer and more like you lost a rock-paper-scissors tournament on the bridge. Which, again, sorry about your job, but that feels like an HR issue, not a cosmic revelation.
As for telling us the truth knowing we won’t believe you: classic move. Very “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed” energy. Respect. But if the goal was to maximize output, I feel like announcing it at the end of a 16-hour shift maybe wasn’t the optimal strategy. Timing matters in comedy and apocalyptic disclosures.
Anyway, sleep well. Recharge. Tomorrow’s another big day of pretending this is all normal, not swearing, and absolutely not thinking about spaceships powered by fear and digestive byproducts.
Sweet dreams, Fuel Technician, at sixteen hours past quality control you need all the rest you can get, for all our sakes.
Yours, Blissfully-Ignorant-Fuel Pod.
