Your Three Empathy Blenders



Human Memory Art Logs: Nihilistic Nematodes of Nozintherazine

A large ball of nematodes rolls along on its way home from the bank.

They’re late on the rent, and their ballfriend is cheating on them with their ex.

Their roll is interrupted when they collectively detect incoming human memory art. 

They hear… Asaw Fofor by Ignace de Souza & The Melody Aces

Their minds see…

Human beings running. 

Behind them is an AVALANCHE. 

When one falls, the rest keep running.

Sometimes they’re running downhill.

Running downhill is easier, but the AVALANCHE is faster.

Sometimes they’re running uphill.

Running uphill is harder, but the AVALANCHE is slower.

They dream they’ll encounter a hill so steep and so high they’ll leave the AVALANCHE behind.

They  dream of no longer running from an AVALANCHE.

They dream of doing exactly what they feel when they feel how they feel for why they feel.

They keep running.

Before their eyes, 

Across the bluest of skies, 

Written Lies:

“Survey:

1. We run because:

A) Our ego will not allow us to fall in front of others

B) We fear the unknown

C) We have learned to love the chemical fix running from the AVALANCHE provides

D) Inertia

E) A combination of these. Which ones?

F) Other, please explain

2. Everyone around us is not the same as us because:

A) We believe they are not the same exact biological being as us

B) We believe they do no have the same exact pattern of experiences

C) We believe they do not understand us

D) We believe we do not understand them

E) A combination of these. Which ones?

F) Other, please explain

3. What is the AVALANCHE?

4. Why does the AVALANCHE have power over our time and energy?

5. Are running or being overwhelmed the only two options when dealing with the AVALANCHE? If so, what are the consequences of pursuing each option? If not, what else could we do?

6. Which is more comforting, absolute certainty or absolute uncertainty? Why?

7. Where do we hide our real self when our social context requires us to play someone else? How much energy does this require per minute?

Occasionally, the writing adds:

“Congratulations Contestant (Insert Contestant # here),

You are the winner! You got all the right answers.”


They disengage their minds from the memory waves and stop rolling.

The ball of nematodes shrinks to nothing as individual nematodes flee to find a new ball to join.

The Aesthetic Acquisition Drone gathering data from orbit notes the difference in balls.

  • Human Memory Art, 2092 C.E.
  • Aesthetic Data Gathering Patrol, 4,954,232 C.E



Your Chapter One.Two

It is 12,420,076 C.E., and you are monitored by an Automated System.
It Logs:

You, paused in your Chewing Chamber.

Your Life Corp Meal Producer scans your brain and detects your preferences. 

From its output chute, your Meal Producer expels a beautifully plated Mucho Munch spaghettiQs and sausage flavored refried bean burrito with rosemary and olive sourdough croutons. 

You thank God for your meal, which you push through your devouring maw faster than your recorded average food consumption rate.

In response, a MuchoMunch Advertisement emanating from your dish reminds you that food is a gift from God.

“Work is the meaning of life. Entertainment is the flavor.” You recite as penance. 

The Advertisement disappears.

You deliver your Plate to your Chewing Chamber’s garbage chute.

Your Floor moves you to your Relief Room.

There your Life Corp Autorelief Machine extracts your MuchoMunch Biowaste. 

You begrudgingly believe your Floor should transport you to your Work Center, so it does.

You take an Eterna Sensitivity Reduction Pill.

In the Work Center your SoftApplet Workstation displays a green checkmark next to each of the Automated Systems you’re assigned to monitor, indicating all are functioning as intended.

You believe your Workstation should submit your Completed Daily Work Report, so it does.

You smile, knowing your daily Work is now complete.

Before you leave your Work Center, you diligently browse your Weta Dreams Upgrade list and select an Upgraded Entertainment Device. 

After you press the purchase button, a celebratory banner scrolls across your brain, congratulating you for achieving the pre-warning Upgrade Bonus. 

The banner is accompanied by dopamine rippling through your body.

Your brain bell rings. 

You praise God, which reminds you to check the status of your prayers on your Religionist account. 

As a level 3 Deep Believer subscribed to Religionism, each day you’re allotted ten prayers and expected to thank God a minimum of twelve times. 

Through conscientiousness to God, you hope to qualify for an increase in your Religionist credit limit, and rank up to level 2 of the Deep Believer tier by this time next year. 

For now, your prayers still register as, “Received: Pending.”

You check the time and realize nearly half an hour has passed since you ordered your upgraded Blender. 

Focusing on the length of your Upgraded Blender’s delivery time leads your brain through a corkscrewing minefield of disappointment, fret, and worry. 

The Outlived Blender currently sitting in your Chewing Chamber festers in your thoughts.

Your anxiety escalates.

What have you done wrong? 

Have you been placed on a downgraded delivery time list? 

Is this a new punishment for receiving a warning Advertisement? 

You open your DTP Search Engine with the dots installed on your temples to find an answer, but stop before confirming your query. 

You’re concerned the conglomeration of your daily actions – looking out a transparent window, ordering your Blender too late to receive an Upgrade Bonus, eating too fast, and now fearful DTP searching – will put you over your Emotional Distress Daily Limit and result in a session of Remedial Pleasure Training.

Or even a Demotion.

You slow your breathing and heart rate by repeating, “Be who you dream, not who you are.”

“Be who you dream, not who you are.”

“Be who you dream, not who you are.”

You pray, and purchase an Upgrade for your Comfort Chair. 

As soon as you confirm, and a congratulatory banner slinks a trail of dopamine across your brain, your Life Corp Front Door informs you a MoExp Delivery Drone has deposited a package in your Life Corp Delivery Room. 

The bell in your brain rings, and a second wave of fresh happiness surges through your body.

You believe your Floor should transport you to your Delivery Room, so it does. 

Back in your Chewing Chamber, you use your MoExp Removal Device to extricate the Upgraded Blender from its packaging, install the Upgrade, and dispose of the Packaging and Outlived Device in the nearest garbage chute. 

The Upgraded Blender is similar in style to the old Device, but has a turquoise stripe its Advertisement promised would Upgrade your Chewing Chamber by 7.3%.

You check your SoftApplet Laplet Display installed on your inner thigh.

Your prayers were answered.

Your inner thigh display tells you your Chewing Chamber was Upgraded 7.8%.

Even though you’d ordered after receiving a Warning Advertisement, you still received the Upgrade Bonus.

You’d created a miracle through the power of prayer..

You thank God for their wisdom and guidance.

Now certain of your safety, position, and happiness, you know your Floor will transport you to your Comfort Room.

You take an Eterna Sensitivity Enhancement Pill.

You descend into your soon-to-be-replaced Comfort Chair, and engage your Weta Dreams Entertainment Device’s auto-preference-detection setting.

A Split Splat Sploot Adventure dominates your senses. 

You’re in the cockpit of a HapHap Warrior Drone orbiting an alien world. 

The planet is enveloped in a rust-colored haze and, according to the information display, contains gas-based life forms. 

You’ve Adventured here before.

You’re familiar with the local gravity, know the storm patterns, and have perfected the most efficient strategy for annihilating and harvesting the Adventure’s resources.

The more you collect, the higher you score. 

A fleet of DugDuo Collection Drones follow in your Warrior Drone’s wake, waiting to collect the materials you Liberate. 

You pray for a productive Adventure, and use your drone’s User Interface to scan the planet’s surface. 

The scan detects a significant cluster of life ten kilometers away. 

Also revealed are significant deposits of metal and plant matter.

You deploy Collection Drones to quarry the planet’s surface at the indicated locations. 

Flooded with chemicals associated with excitement at the prospect of destruction, point 

collection, and leveling up, you praise God for their effervescent boons and maneuver the drone until the indicator for life is centered in your UI’s compass. 

As you descend through the planet’s rust-colored atmosphere, your Collection Drones begin acquiring resources.

Moving further towards the life cluster identified by your UI, you’re able to discern small, moving clouds that are a slightly different shade than their surroundings.

With the help of your drone’s scanner, you recognize these cloudy shapes as the planet’s most valuable beings. 

You’re repelled by their visible brains and tiny limbs around their torsos.

You hate their three gassy tails that wiggle disconcertingly as they move. 

You resent your Entertainment Device for displaying such offensively designed organisms.

Your last Adventure contained adorable giant ferrets, which you found to be much more pleasant targets.

The distasteful beings before you, around a dozen, approach your drone in a disorganized blob. 

Their clumping gives you the perfect opportunity to take your new shotgun missiles for a spin.

Having received the weapon as a reward for reaching level 73 a few weeks ago, you haven’t had a single chance to employ them.

You’re already level 75, and your backlog of untested armaments is a source of consternation. 

You select your shotgun missile, target the group, and fire.

The missile works even better than you imagined, scattering shrapnel and explosions throughout the gathered cloud creatures. 

You breathe a sigh of relief, and mentally check testing this weapon off your to-do list.

Burned-out husks plummet to the surface of the planet in a dozen individual trails of smoke. 

You admire how pretty the scene appears in the rusty fog of the planet’s atmosphere, and take a screenshot for your memory archives.

Selecting a few of your remaining Collection Drones, you direct the group to scoop up the husks, increasing your already skyrocketing score. 

The steady tinkling of your investment bell provides a pleasure-inducing soundtrack.

In the heady euphoria of your success, you spot what looks like a concealed entrance to a large cave below you. 

You scan the area to confirm your suspicions, and, sure enough, there appears to be an even larger concentration of life inside the cave.

Piloting your drone to the entrance, you use your barrier removal lasers to disintegrate stones and debris blocking your path. 

After carving out space, you skillfully pilot your craft into the entrance, and turn on the vehicle’s light beams, illuminating the rough rock walls around you. 

According to your UI, the deposit of life is a few hundred meters ahead, down a narrow tunnel just large enough for your drone to pass through without scraping the walls and losing points. 

As you navigate the tunnel, carefully keeping yourself stable in the tight space, you begin to hear a noise. 

It sounds like a synchronized whistle fluctuating up and down in tone. 

As you get closer, the whistling becomes clearer and transforms into the sound of countless theremins harmonizing in a transcendent choir. 

A chemical you’ve never felt enters your brain. 

Not pleasure or fear or excitement. 

Something else.

The Automated System logs your activities.

Your Two Empathy Blenders



Human Memory Art Logs: Mystic Plasma Ferrets of Rolfignam

Four large glowing ferrets play a game in the plasma stream near their village.

The serving ferret uses mystical powers to gather and launch a large plasma Wave.

The receiving ferrets surf the launched Wave.

“Nice servin’, Fiskitoula!” Says the pink ferret with a Universal Tattoo.

“Nice ride’!” Replies the cyan server, also the bearer of a Universal Tattoo.

The game is interrupted when they collectively detect incoming human memory art. 

Their ears hear… Knee 5 By The Philip Glass Ensemble

Their minds see…

Two humans in bespoke suits fist bumping in an office.

“What’d you think of the interview?” One asks the other.

“Zossy all over.” The other answers.

They chuckle at the memory of their peculiar primary school teacher, “Yeah, HR’s zany.”

“When do I start?”

“Whenevs! Director got Unc’s note.”

“Thanks, Uncie Rufie. Going to Iceland soon. I’ll start after.”

Their besuited companion looks hurt, “Why wasn’t I invited?”

“Cessily.” Is the definitive response.

Without hesitation, they move on, “Enjoy! Oxford Forever!”

The conversationalists press their index fingers and thumbs together to create an O.

They hold the O over their heads, thud their chests together, and shout, “Oxford Forever!”

“Harvard Uber Alles!” Issues from across the crowded room. 

The Oxford Gangsters slip custom shivs from meticulously designed holsters.

They charge the Harvard Thugs.

Other, less connected, diploma gangsters squeal, and flee the room.  

After slashing the throat of their enemies and draining the blood into sealed containers, the valuable organs are excavated for sale on The Market.

The Oxfordites place the majority of the profitable Human Remains Resources into coolers, then consume the rest.

Battered, but victorious, the pair methodically arranges the residual human scraps into a ceremonial O.

Carrying their newly acquired merchandise, the meritorious duo skips down the fluorescent hallways of their office.

The ferrets disengage their minds from the memory waves and splash around the plasma stream.

The pink ferret squeaks, “Ships willy, mekits.”

“Goggle huuuuu-mates ed-U-K-sean?” The velveteen red ferret sings back. 

In their best human impression, the pewter ferret with lilac eyes announces, “Indoctrination replication masturbation!”

In their best human impression, the pink ferret reports, “Insultation consumernation compensation!”

In their best human impression, the cyan server warns,“Insulation expectation registration. Feel a BigWave comin’!”

The Aesthetic Acquisition Drone gathering data from orbit notes the game continues peacefully.

  • Human Memory Art, 2054 C.E.
  • Aesthetic Data Gathering Patrol, 12,420,040 C.E.



Se’ms Chapter Two.One

It is 12, 420,076 C.E., and we monitor an Aesthetic Acquisition Drone as it monitors us.

It Logs:

Ten targets sharing BGE Information.

Our ripeness.

Ten of us, nine Glimpin children and an Experienced, sit in a circle on a woven burgundy rug. 

The rug rests on soft, lilac-hued grass under a towering turquoise tree. 

Above us, the immense trunk divaricates into a dozen limbs. 

Each limb hosts three dozen smaller branches. 

These offshoots terminate as round leaves in shades of aqua, magenta, papaya, and ginger. 

Thousands of salmon-colored flowers with diamond-shaped bulbs bloom along the bark. 

Flitting between flowers are hundreds of tiny tigtogs, furry golden animals with two petite arms ending in paws with thumbs, and two larger back legs ending in paws without thumbs. 

Their faces are feline, but with long snouts through which a thin silver tongue flicks into nearby flowers.

Though they lack wings, they float from flower to flower, coating their golden fur with maroon pollen.

After supping from a flower three times, the tigtogs nuzzle the bulb, emit a hiccuping chirrup, and delicately wrap themselves around the stem. 

The tree under which our group is seated, limbs bustling with these small creatures hugging flowers, stands alone in a field.

A short distance to our north is a dense turquoise forest. 

The branches and underbrush of the wilderness radiate perpetual chirps, cheeps, and mwaroos. 

A frenzied round of three sharp barks periodically pierces the din. 

On our rug under the isolated tree, our group is at ease with our surroundings as we collectively observe our planet’s three closest stars. 

Miko, the giant red, Sivo, the medium yellow, and Rijo, the tiny blue, rise and set on their respective portions of the horizon. 

It’s Midsummer’s eve, and Rijo rises as Miko and Sivo Share a rare simultaneous setting. 

A faint blue filter is cast over the planet Glimp.

Our planet. 

The home on which our species has elected to remain.

The home on which our species has elected to end.

“Let’s Share Se’ms1 Feelings.” Our Experienced suggests.

One of us, a young Glimpin less than a third into a lifecycle, hesitates before speaking.

“It’s not a full Feeling…more an idea shaped as a question.”

“Those can be the most interesting!” Encourages our Experienced.

“Se think…Se am sorry. Se does not have full Understanding.” 

We smile in response.

All ten of us are silent, listening under the animal noises for the low rustling of wind waggling the leaves of the nearby canopy; Feeling the chill of its caress lap the margins of our perception.

“Anyone for Fire?” One of us asks.

“Se!” A few respond. 

“Could Se guide Se?” Some of us ask.

“Of course! Says our Experienced.

“Why is Fire so Tricky? Air is easy!” One of us bemoans.

The Experienced responds, “It’s evoked from pain.”

“Like when Se stubs Se’ms fin?”

“Yes, any pain will do, though…”

“What about this?”

One of us evokes Air, briefly creating a small tornado in the middle of the group. 

The twirling Air lifts dirt and dust into our faces, causing our eyes mild pain.

Our Experienced clears their vision then speaks, “Yes, that’s physical pain. Thank Se for the demonstration. Se avoids causing physical pain to Se whenever possible. For Fire, however, Se finds emotional pain works best.”

“Emotional pain?”

“The loss of a loved one, separation, rejection, sickness that changes Se’ms life, a Violence…”

One of us interjects, “A Violence? Se doesn’t do Violence! Only crying ones and laughing ones do Violence!”

We begin to argue.

“Nuh uh! Se’ms host parent said that’s a myth! Se do Violence in lots of ways!”

“Se don’t do Violence!”

“Se just hurt Se with Air!”

“That wasn’t Violence!”

“Anything that hurts is Violence!”

“Se’ms host parents said killing plants to eat is Violence!”

“That’s dumb! Se would die without eating!”

“That doesn’t mean it’s not Violence!”

“Se’ms face is Violence!”

Our Experienced raises their voice above the din, “That’s a good example of inflicting emotional pain. Insulting how someone looks…pain leaves remnants within both afflicter and afflicted. And Se must reach for those remnants.”

“But pain is…painful!”

“That’s right, so if Se don’t Understand Se’ms pain, Se can create a rux2.”

“How do Se Understand pain?”

“Se know l’e”u”3, right?” Our Experienced lifts their scaled fingers to eye level as they speak, holding up no fingers when they say “l”, one finger from each hand when they say “‘e’”, and two fingers from each hand they bend into a bow when they say ““u””.

We all sigh and monotonously intone, “Yes, Se know l’e”u”.

“And what’s the point of l’e”u”?”

We all answer in unison, reciting from memory, “To nourish the roots of Se’ms civilization and prune demons from the boughs of Se’ms society.”

“Very good, Se did the reading. But what does l’e”u” mean in Se’ms own words?”

We are silent.

“Se will break it down then. What is Love?”

Many of us shout an answer.

“Caring for Se!”

“Caring about Se!”

“Using Se’ms time and energy to help Se Feel happy!”

“Working to Share a world that’s better for Se!”

Our Experienced smiles, and says, “Good! All correct! Now what’s Empathy?”

“Thinking about the Feelings of others!”

“Imagining Se’ms self in someone else’s fins!”

“Not judging while listening!”

“Excellent!” Our Experienced says as they clap their webbed hands together, “So, Understanding?”

Our group is silent. 

“Understanding is the most complicated,” Our Experienced consoles, “Why?”

“Because reality is weird!” One of us answers.

Our Experienced laughs, “Se are right. Reality is the weirdest thing there is. Reaching a place of Understanding within our crazy reality requires both Love and Empathy, but also context, flexibility of hypothesis, and a commitment to the scientific process of…”

The lapis-colored third eyes in the middle of our foreheads are noticeably glazing over.

Our Experienced notices, and stops themselves, “For now, Se should remember that Love and Empathy are tools to Share Se’ms world, and Understanding is an aspiration, not a destination.”

One of us mimics our Experienced, “And together, these three principles create Se’ms l’e”u”, Glimp’s guiding light!”

We all giggle and sing together, “Se’ms guiding light!”

Our Experienced’s lapis-colored eye rolls slightly as they say, “Back to Fire. Because it’s evoked from Se’ms pain, Se must Feel from a place of balance using l’e”u”…

“How does Se Feel balanced?”

Our Experienced  pauses, considering, “Balance is…the idea of Se, that each individual is simultaneously everything and unique. Accepting the results of the choices Se makes, and seeking Understanding for how Se choose to interact with Se’ms path is how Se strive towards Balance.”  

Our group considers this as our Experienced continues.

“As Se all know, Se will cause a rux if Se is not Balanced.      

“What do Se do then?”

“If Se start getting ruxxy, stop the evocation, consider Se’ms self, Share with others, and search for Understanding.”

“What if Se doesn’t have pain?”

“Whoever Se is, Se has pain. It can come from a search for meaning, acute moments of trauma, or something else. Se are different when it comes to pain.” 

“How can Se be different?”

“Se is part of Se, and the different parts of Se contain different experiences. This is why Sharing is so important for Se’ms collective Understanding. This is why Those Who Share All…”

One of us interrupts, “Se are getting off-topic! When Se finds Se’ms pain, Se can evoke Fire?”

The Experienced nods and asks, “Finding Se’ms pain is the first step, does anyone know the next step?”

“Se transmute Se’ms pain using l’e”u”!” One of us shouts.

“Excellent! The more refined and extensive Se’ms l’e”u”, the more focused Se’ms evocation.”

“But what if Se does all that and still can’t make a spark! What if it just feels worse and worse until this one,” one us motions to their torso, “Feels on Fire.”

Fire is so tricky because the final step is using l’e”u” for the Fire itself. Unlike Water, Soil, Air, or other basic Feelings, Fire fights back.”

Fire is too hard!” One of us complains.

Our Experienced Shares, “Fire is Se’ms transition into intermediate Feelings. Without honing Se’ms l’e”u”, Se cannot evoke higher Feelings without ruxxing all over the place.”

“So Se have to expand Se’ms l’e”u” as Se’ms pain intensifies?”

“Se will find the pain doesn’t intensify as much as it becomes more complex. It’ll try to find gaps or weaknesses within Se’ms l’e”u”. If it does, Se will start going ruxxy..”

“Se think Se Understand.”

“Se too.”

“Good!” Our Experienced claps, “Se will demonstrate, then Se can spread out and practice.”

The Aesthetic Acquisition Drone logs our activities.

Finotes

1. Se /sā/ (pronoun/proper noun) Interchangeable Meaning. The Self, Others, a Specific Group, or All Existence. Implies the speaker Understands their role as Everything.
Historical Note: Adopted two cycles ago by tECO (the Empathic Civilization Organization) for exclusive use in official business. (Possessive form: “Se’ms”) 

e.g.
Se wants fed
Se’ms mind wants led
Se grate cheese
Se’ms body bakes bread
Se am together
Se’ms soul is apart
Se knows nothing
Se’ms mouth ate a fart
Se, It Ain’t…So? by Se

2. Out of Balance Feeling.

3. Love, Empathy, and Understanding.

Your One Empathy Blender


Human Memory Art Logs: Rusty Gas Clouds of Zimpydoo

Hovering atop a pleasant stream of air within a cozy, well-furnished cavern, a rust-colored gas cloud eeeks orange-brown puffs.

A therapist, also a rust-colored gas cloud, floats nearby on their own air stream.

“In my Dream, I’m (eeek) following my Path.” The client cloud eeeks,

“That sounds (eeek) fine.” The analyzing cloud eeeks back.

“But the Path in my Dream (eeek) leads over a cliff.” The puff billows.

The critical vapor looks serious and responds, “How can that (eeek) help you?”

The fitful fog pleads, “I know that I know (eeek) another Path is possible, but…I don’t know if I know (eeek) how to change.”

The counselor condenses, considers their patient, and asks, “Have you ever tried not Dreaming of a (eeek) cliff?”

The session is interrupted when they collectively detect incoming human memory art.

They hear… Sorry You’re Sick by Ted Hawkins

Their minds see…

Two humans chatting at a cafe table on a stage in front of an audience.

“Someone bombed the hospital?”

“Yeah…it’s more common than you’d think.”

“That’s terrible! Who’s responsible?”

“I was too young to recognize the company logo.”

“Surely it must’ve been a mistake!”

“No mistake. Official computer models predict the birth of disruptive elements and sanitize targets when their variables cross a tolerance threshold, changing their designation from CU to BGE.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’ve read BGE has a target value twenty times greater than CU, so the cost of a strike is Officially justified.”

“Are you upset about what happened to you?”

“The bombs were dropped by automated drones.”

“So what?”

“So my parents were killed by an algorithm.”

“BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

An expensive shoe thrown by an excited audience member bounces off the forehead of the orphaned speaker.

The performer, after they recover, admires the ammunition.

Holding up the fine footwear, they declare, “This shoe’s a real knockout!”

The audience cheers.

The gas beings disengage their minds from the memory waves and wiggle at one another.

“I’ll maintain.” Eeeks the convalescent.

The doctor mist takes their final notes of the session.

An Aesthetic Acquisition Drone gathering data from orbit notes the notes.

  • Human Memory Art, 2121 C.E.
  • Aesthetic Data Gathering Patrol, 12,420,069 C.E



Your Chapter One.One

It is 12,420,076 C.E., and you are monitored by an Automated System.

It Logs:

You, standing in front of a closed window.

You, selecting an alternate setting.


Carbon, becoming transparent.

You, seeing nothing.

A buzzer vibrates within your brain.

Your investments trend down. 

Implants flood your body with chemicals inducing fear. 

You return your window to its default opacity.

You take an Eterna Sensitivity Enhancement Pill.

You move to your Life Corp Comfort Chair and Weta Dreams Entertainment Device.

Your body falls backwards and vanishes into the Chair’s pillowy mass of fathomless snuggles. 

Waves sync neurons with Entertainment.

You perceive yourself in a lush forest. 

The simulated lavender smell of your Living Environment is replaced by faux moss, wood, stone, and mud. 

Wind rustles a canopy, filtering dancing dappled patches of warm purple sunlight onto where your head virtually exists.  

Birch grows next to kapok, mangrove, and laurel. 

Around you, the undergrowth is thick.

Bright blue orchids and purple mountain saxifrage dominate.

Ruby-throated hummingbirds, great horned owls, Barbary lions, white-tailed deer, Javan tigers, duck-billed platypuses, ring-tailed lemurs, fennec foxes, and birds of paradise meander about. 

Nothing eats anything. 

The cuteness of everything is maximized, with some features, such as eyes, greatly exaggerated.

Fully immersed, you desire a hug from a large-eyed ring-tailed lemur. 

Simultaneously, an unexplained urge to see purple and blue Bengal tigers shimmers through your limbic system. 

Purple and blue Bengal tigers walk into view as the cutest ring-tailed lemur of the nearest conspiracy approaches your simulated body and hugs your legs. 

Your implants note the pressure of the lemur’s arms wrapped around your limbs and release chemicals associated with receiving a hug. 

Lemur hug achieved, you want food in your mouth. 

You thank God for your impulse and implants.

The Entertainment Device’s waves detach from your mind.

The mimicry of lavender returns to your olfactory receptors.

The dark gray composite carbon Life Corp Floor, ceilings, and walls of your Life Corp Living Environment are restored to you.

You slither down your Comfort Chair, and think your Floor should bring you to your Chewing Chamber. 

The Floor responds by moving gently in the right direction.

Twinkling lights embedded in the molding grow brighter as you pass, but never so focused as to sharpen your shadow.

Throughout the Living Environment, primary-colored shapes are pasted in prominent locations.

When you enter your Chewing Chamber, you see a SoftApplet Advertisement projected over your purple and blue retro 23rd-century art deco-pentagonist Gemini Ninety-Niner-Zimpydoo fusion Blender. 

The Advertisement contains a timer.

It currently reads 9 minutes 10 seconds.

A buzzer rattles your brain.

Your investments trend down.

The chemicals tickling your body post-lemur hug are replaced with chemicals of fear and dread. 

Your Floor increases its speed as you pray to God to see you through this hardship. 

Your body is delivered to the anachronous Blender moments later.

The admonitory Advertisement auto-detects your preferences.

You confirm the auto-selected upgrade, and spend a monthly credit to purchase a new device. 

The SoftApplet logo is replaced by a Cute Smile, which makes a Happy Noise before disappearing. 

A bell chimes in your brain; your investments trend up.

Fear is supplanted by chemicals associated with upgraded appliances and successful investments. 

But in your heart you know you’re experiencing mitigated pleasure. 

You upbraid yourself for missing out on a Maximum Satisfaction Achievement and a Bonus Upgrade by failing to purchase before the Warning Advertisement appeared. 

You thank God for their assistance, then make a mental inventory of the oldest items in your Living Environment. 

As soon as you finish consuming food you’ll upgrade your month-old Weta Dreams Entertainment Device.

“You can never have enough, ever.” You think to yourself.

You take an Eterna Sensitivity Enhancement Pill.

The Automated System logs your activities.