Make a census of the shittiest fucking work on Earth and start automating from there. In 10 years the shittiest job will be feeling ennui smoking a long cigarette under a crescent moon on a little Perisian rooftop
Make a census of the shittiest fucking work on Earth and start automating from there. In 10 years the shittiest job will be feeling ennui smoking a long cigarette under a crescent moon on a little Perisian rooftop
I mean we did have a big suspicion/rumor mill going around the breakfast fire for an hour and a half.
But the guy who’d just arrived was really apologetic and immediately volunteered to haul a bunch of wood. And that was the end of the “Things that go Dump in the Night” episode.