• His fate is to read forwards from Grandma to a boomer who has passed away in a post apocalypse… Before they died they set it to auto read, Windows is set to never sleep, update, or shut down… The servers are still running, the bots are still writing, and the auto forward viruses are still forwarding. The incel buddy reads them as they come in, in a voice they do not recognize, emanating from a purple body he does not know. He reads the devolving gibberish non-stop and yet the unread inbox only grows. He sees the girlfriend avatar once in a while, she strolls by the digital landscape with the Chad digital boyfriend. She looks in his general direction, but won’t give the incel buddy the dignity of eye contact, only a smirk as he reads off “New miracle cure for cellulite!”. He feels like he could cry, but alas he has no more biological functions. He prays for the laptop to just break, but he knows the model number well… Dell Inspiron 9200.