D: Phones will soon put the economy in a death spiral.
MrP: Like, people will be too busy looking at their phones to do their jobs?
D: I meant the app-ification of white collar jobs. But, probably your thing too.
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2 Hours Later
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I stagger through my door. Dim the lights. Turn on quiet music. Get a beer. Sit. Do I need another beer? Maybe I should just smoke and go to bed.
Dee's plan was fucking crazy. Her goal was pretty cool though. Some of the plan was cool, too. Would I want to live in the world she's trying to make?
I wonder if I could get past the media gatekeepers?
I fire up my laptop. Check twitter. One million followers. I think about the bodycams cops should be wearing. I wonder if I can order one?
Fuck it. Let's do this.