Standing on a corner in paradise holding my homeless sign plea for help, a soul I both knew and despised pulled up in his BMW identity ring complaining, "The fast lane isn't as fast as it used to be."
"And never will be again. It's the end of the world as you know it."
He said he'd solve this by getting an AI dream chip to replace the dreams he'd lost.
I sighed. "Now you'll know what songs driver-less trucks play going down the road."
He paused. "Beauty School Dropout is an underrated song."
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