user 2: “my dictatorphone is broken :(“ user 1. “oh! I know somebody who can fix that for sure!”
— zombie specialist chimera: “.. and my _god_ am I glad I don’t have to fix stupid dictatorphones for people any more …” user 1: “zombie specialist chimera can definitely resolve your issue. but it takes a pilgrimage through exotic realities. you have to trust your gut, and have patience and determination and understanding, and then you’ll be able to talk to your family about the holidays!” — user 2: “zombie specialist chimera, can you fix my dictatorphone?” zombie specialist chimera turns and looks at user 2 zombie specialist chimera: “what????” user 1: “remember, trust your gut!” an ad-hoc rebel cubicle fades and morphs into a nanotechnology-assisted group-flashback to a row of torture rooms specialist is there, wearing a forehead-mounted microscope, peering at microchips and circuitboards amidst screams specialist morphs into zombie specialist chimera and turns again to user 2 zombie specialist chimera: “do you know how many dictatorphones they made me put torture implants in? do you have any idea how u safe those devices are —“ the scene slides one room over to a torture session. slave boss, who was a shadowy figure in the background —
