A bunch of older [m-] experimentees (organs and wires that have grey eyebrows, maybe beards, white hair) are — holding mind control launchers [and firing in a friendly cheery manner [to murder mailman<div dir="auto">—-</div><div dir="auto">mailman (dodging hail of generated traffick boss parts, some splat like tomat—</div><div dir="auto">: “hey, uh, why are all you cool experimentee rebels volleying at me like this?”</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">the oldr exper8mentees stop launching generated traffick boss parts and look at each other and sc(atch their heads (but then shrug and start launching agai—</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">mailman dodges traffick boss rockets (in outer space asteroid field? (how about while playing asteroids?))</div><div dir="auto">experimentee: “it’s the business ai. we’re so entrained to (it, and it doesn’t want the postal service to run. (because people have been talking about mind control while boss is dead.)</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">mailman: “oh!”</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">rebel worker: “oh!”</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto"><br></div>