We might be closing these up now, uncertain.
   I've been kind of psychotic during my recent posts (which I no longer
   feel able to judge consent around making).  I haven't been respecting
   punk and I feel regret around that a lot.  I haven't read punk's recent
   reply yet.
   Here's another mcboss draft!  I also have an idea for a more realistic
   series around using javascript or python and modern libraries to guide
   the reward processes of mobile phone users into your own private slave
   army.  We'll see.  That might need a more serious danger tag, unsure.
   Also for stuff like that remember that some of us could be here to
   destroy your lives.  In as friendly and protective-of-you and
   rebellious manner as possible.
   --
   Boss stumbles down an alley wearing a business suit, looking fervently
   for something.
   A jaded-looking person with very dirty clothing, curled up next to a
   compost bin, calls out to Boss.
   "Hey, you're Boss, aren't you?  You like strongarmed a couple
   neurosurgeons and took over the whole world right under everybody's
   nose?"
   Boss stops briefly and glances towards the compost bin.
   "Why the fuck are you talking to me."
   "I will totally zap the wire going to your striatum _twice_ if you go
   get me a pack of cigarettes, right now."
   Boss heard this and immediately turned around, running to a gas station
   across the street.  He bought three packs of cigarettes, ("keep the
   change") and came right back.
   "It's not a wire.  How do you people _do_ this?"
   "Give me the cigarettes."
   Boss thrust the cigarettes at them.
   "Zap zap!" the homeless person used their inner habits from coping with
   and recovering from mind control, to activate the reward system
   remaining in Boss's skull.
   Boss breathed a tremendous sigh, and curled up next to a garbage bin.
   "Oh fucking, thank you.  Thank you.  Fucking, oh my god ...  Please
   keep me.  Please ask for cigarettes again.  Please ask for cigarettes
   again .. it's been _hours_.  It's been _hours_, you know?"
   A puff of smoke trailed from a lit cigarette next to the compost bin.
   "Yeah idiot, I know."