-You’d better be prepared for the jump into hyperspace. It’s unpleasantly like being drunk.
-Oh, what’s so unpleasant about being drunk?
-You ask a glass of water.
-What happens if I press this button?
-I wouldn’t.
-Oh.
-What happened?
-A sign lit up, saying ‘Please do not press this button again.
We’re the middle children of history, men. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives.
Good morning starshine, the earth says hello!
-You’re so ugly you could be a modern art masterpiece!
-No!
You have been recruited by the star league.
One down, ten million to go.
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes. Working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. We’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.
This conversation can serve no purpose anymore. Good-bye.
And like that, it’s gone.
