The world that her mind built (Redo)

Chapter 3 - Nothing to see

I don't want you to think that anybody is special. Nobody is special and that's the main point I'm trying to get at. 

Just because I have a vivid imagination doesn't mean you should be interested in my story. But you're reading it for a reason I guess. 

Excuse me for being so meta. 

If you're thinking "What's the main plot? Where's the main story?" There is none. 

It's just the story of a uni student trying to make it through to graduate and get a decent job and live a decent but worthless life. 

That's it.

Today I went to the lab again. For another 50 bucks they transferred my consciousness to a robot. So maybe they are working on AI? I'm not sure. 

I walked home again but this time I stopped by the 7-eleven to get a cheap, low-quality and synthetic packet of potato chips.

Look, I would love to care about my health and all but I'm too poor to be one of those hips that get everything from the farmer's market where everything is organic and packaged in brown paper like in the 1800s. 

The scientists sent me a note saying that my brain was a bit "incompatible" with their software so they need to choose a ditch me and get a new person.

Great. 

I wonder what incompatible means in that context, maybe it just meant that my brain was (if I were to flatter myself) special or just really exclusively stupid. I have a feeling its the latter.

Stupidity can do a number of things that, coupled with poor self-control and a lack of differentiating abilities, can lead you to voraciously engage in the act of self-demolition. 

And I guess that's what's happening right now. 

That's my main main source of income gone.