The plan was for the machines to tend to us indefinitely. We had no hope for convalescence, but we had come to terms with that. Humanity had a good run, we figured.
We would have confirmed our agreement on the topic with a high five or something if our feeble arms could have spanned the distance of the room. We had to settle for the clank of metal surrogates.
It was the episode where they learned that clicking on an ‘x’ could not sever actual ties. It was the episode where they learned that real life never stops being a total drag.
We were simple Norsemen. We sailed into a swirling maw and time accelerated. In an instant we traveled forward twelve centuries.
It wasn’t just that we were temporally displaced. We were also totally lost.
Learning English was a bitch, but cultural assimilation came eventually. They even let us join up with the Navy Seals.
Things were going ok. Through persistence we found true love on the Internet.