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The year is 2030.

Mmm, estrogen fortified bugs for dinner, again... UH-oh, your neuralink interface has noted your slight disqust and sarcasm and downgraded your social credit score due to dangerous antisocial behaviour. *Report for extra boosters* chimes the robot voice of Stephen Hawking in your head. *Praise Science* You hesitate for a slight second before repeating the phrase. -20 social credit. That means no going outdoors tommorrow. At least you'll get extra CoomCoin tokens the longer you stay in your CoomPod. You've been saving up for the new Cuckold Simulator 4 video game coming out. You are happy. You are safe. You are carbon neutral. Staring out the small window of your pod you try not to aggravate Neuralink's All Seeing Algorithm as you see another private jet soaring through the skies. "Must be another climate change conference" - you assure yourself. "They wouldn't use it if it wasn't an emergency, would they? We're in this together... are they lyi-" BZZzt*WRONGTHINK*. You wake up on the floor.