When her flapping mouth hole sounds begin to slur together into meaningless drivel, you bid her farewell, and head home alone again. There, you continue to work on your calculations about how to feed the Earth's population with cockroaches. It's a little pet project you've been on about lately. You think there might be something there. Even if you are never able to find a practical application for your theory, the mathematical exercise is just fulfilling enough to pass your free time, and trick your mind into feeling as though you are accomplishing something. You have a reasonable job, which provides for enough paid time off that you can pursue your own interests. You have no real relationships with the humans around you, but you have a tiny sense of fulfillment deep down, and you rarely contemplate lying down on the trans-canada and taking that deep long sleep. You are content, and that is the best anyone can hope to achieve.







CONGRATULATIONS! YOU WIN!




























































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