Dear diary,
What is fun? What is a good time? Earth life has been so-o-o dreary for so-o-o long that none of its inhabitants can remember how to do anything but sulk. It’s odd that once you solve all the troubles of lovemaking, people simply stop making love. Hand-to-hand combat is passé, too: everything is done by remote control: robot vs. robot. We label all of our electronic devices “smart,” because we don’t want to hurt their feelings. And the field of teaching is now just job training.
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