Hmmm… rest up on Sunday afternoon in the metaverse with imaginary bots bringing me imaginary food and drink and imaginary problems to solve…and when I am dead nobody well care, not even the bots, because i would have become mostly imaginary myself…
OR
…sitting, as I am now, on a flower draped breezy terrace eating a real and tasty “comida” of arrachera, guacamole, three types of home made salsa while being served fresh brewed beer by darling handsome wait staff who love to flirt with good tipping ancient old guys like me…and maybe I will even be missed when dead.
What are Zuckerberg and his fans smoking?
david fb