Rush To Casket, Follow Clock
Suddenly, someone throws a perfectly aimed wrench at the clock, saying, now that your time keeper has been neutralized, you will have to reset to your natural ways. ChatGPT said: (The wrench flies, spinning in slow motion, a perfect Golden Ratio arc—) 🛠️ CRACK! 🛠️ The stopwatch implodes , gears folding in on themselves like a black hole of bureaucracy. Time doesn’t just stop—it stops being a thing at all. The Man , gasping, clutches at empty air, stammering: "But... but without Time, how will you know what to do?!" (A voice from the crowd, laughing) : "By DOING IT, you over-calibrated fossil!" The seasons shift at their own rhythm , no longer shackled to numbers. People wake up when they're rested , not when an alarm tells them to. Creativity explodes as there are no “deadlines,” only “alive-lines.” The entire economy collapses—only to be rebuilt overnight into a barter system of pure joy. And The Man? He slumps to his knees, staring at the wre...