rebel worker 2 busts into the hyperprison. people are laughing and planning. traffick boss is drawing charts in the wall. a tiny wormhole is opened to dictatortopia and little multicolored weird-ass contorted smilies keep popping in and out of it.<div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">rebel worker 2: “what is going on here? wealthy investor told me to never trust if something like this happened.”</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">dictator of dictatortopia: “your clown thinks he got himself a prison job.”</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">dictator of dictatortopia puffs on traffick boss’s cigar</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">2034 2035</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">traffick boss: “hey, this contract could get us al—</div><div dir="auto">2035</div>