
I lay it all out: climate collapse, billionaires LARPing as space cowboys, influencers selling moon water, rent’s a joke, AI's making playlists that understand me better than my ex.
God winces. "I gave you opposable thumbs and empathy. How did you mess it up this bad?" I shrug. "We tried capitalism." God sighs. "Again?"
"Alright, what do you want instead? Goat in the Alps? Small-town librarian? IKEA pencil?" I shake my head.
"No more loops. I want out."
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