i wrote a short story a decade ago where people temporarily rent out their brain to act as a global scale bio super computer. and how people were large scale cheated into needing to rent out their brains for the rich to exploit.

i have to find where i put it!

Search’ng?

It’s insane to me that people think they will somehow go braindead the minute they don’t have a job. Is that how they act once they get home after a long and exhausting day of labouring? Just sit down in the couch and die, staring at the white wallpaper until they collapse? From my only related experience with actually existing in this life, I fucking hate how I don’t have time for anything, ANYTHING, ever, because work work work, only to go home and work work work some more as an adult with actual responsibilities. Retirement ya, i might get a quarter of my shit in order, at best, but I’d probably just stock it with more responsibilities that I really don’t have time for, but a window of more time means a window of thinking about more shit that has been neglected or needs doing because things always do.

i setup my old job with linux internally. never had issues. day i quit boss told me to install windows so he can find a replacement employee. sure.

3 years later. boss wants me back. they’ve had nothing but problems. but i’m not allowed to install linux again.

he says, “if windows didn’t have so many problems you would be out of a job.”

they were the only option tho.