"How do you manage without a personal chef?" he asked, genuinely perplexed. She blinked. "I cook my own meals." "But...how do you get the ingredients? You must have a grocery shopper, right?" She stifled a laugh. "I go to the store myself.
He sat across from his accountant as she began, "Let's review last month's expenses.” "Coffee, $60. Lunches, $150. Streaming, $30." "Okay," he nodded. "Dinners out, $200. Gym, $50. Miscellaneous, $100." "Alright." "Your total is $14,230.
“Hi there! Just reaching out to see how you’re doing.” “Fine, thanks. What are you selling?” “Why would you presume I’m selling something?” he asked. “Well, why did you reach out then?” “Just thought you might be interested in improving your lead generation. Have you considered—”
"Just dive in, man." "But it's freezing!" he protested. "The moment my toe touches the water, the cold will strike like a blizzard. Instantly, my body will start freezing, bit by bit. I'll try to breathe, but the shock will be
"Dude, have you seen this new AI? It's incredible!" she said, eyes wide with excitement. "Seriously? I told you about it ages ago," he replied. "You didn't care back then." "It can do everything!" she continued. He rolled
“We need everyone to put in extra hours this week. And don’t forget, we’ve got that big project over the weekend. We’re a family here, and families make sacrifices.” They started backing away as he continued, “Don’t you back away. You don’t back away from
“It has to be perfect,” he thought, staring at the screen. "First name, last name." System replied, "Already taken." "First name." System said, "I appreciate your optimism, but it was taken before you were born." "First name2." System replied, "
They turned the faucet, watching steam rise. "They actually have hot water?" Next, they pressed the bed, feeling the warmth spread. "And a cozy bed?" Their eyes widened as they inspected the room. "Everything is clean?" "Damn. It's just like home.
"Can you help me move this weekend?" "No." "Really?" "Okay, yes." "Great! Also, can you help paint the living room?" "Yes." "And help me write my 50-page report by Friday?" "YES! It's not
"Invest," he tapped. "Are you shure?" the screen asked. "Why is there a typo?" he shook his head. "I have no choice." "Goodbye," he whispered, deleting the app. Better safe than sorry.
"Need any help?" "Why are you asking?" "Can't I be nice?" "Right. What's your angle?" "No angle. Just helping a colleague." "Sure. I'll keep a close eye on you, snake."
"I can't tell him." "You have to." "He'll lose it." "What will you do instead?" "I'll fake my death."
"How much?" he asked. "1,000," she replied. "I'll give you ten bucks." "Ten bucks? I'd rather smash it." "Wouldn't change the value," he shrugged.
The figure leaned in. “What do you want?” “I want more.” “More of what?” “More everything,” he said. “More money, more success, more joy. Just more.” “Why do you want it?” He replied instantly, “Because he has more.”
“Hi, I’d like to make a deposit.” “Of course. How much?” “About eight hours.” The teller glanced at the screen. “Can I net it against your account deficit?” “Yes.” “Great, that brings your sleep deficit down to 833 hours.”
"Who the heck is that?" he said. "Is that me? I sound like that?" "Yes," she replied. "I thought my voice was deeper," he said, incredulous. "More... commanding."