Premonition
I suffered an apocalyptic premonition of the future last night, in a dream in which it becomes acceptable to persecute the portions of humanity that are unable to contribute towards human technological advancement and progress.
A fun dream...:)
As we all know, the entirety of my apparent intellect rests upon a fragile ability to amalgamate pretty words into beautiful, baseless essays. And so, in this delightful nocturnal phantasm, I am extradited to America (where I am wanted for the crime of Intellectual Uselessness) and subsequently lynched with a necktie designed by fascist Renaissance Men (men who are historically both scientifically and artistically inclined). My obituary is a two-line paragraph embedded in a miniscule column dwarfed by a Goliath article about superficial intelligence.
I conclude: it all means that in three years time, I shall be flipping burgers and washing cars for pitiful remuneration.