>2040
>total phase domination
>be me
>have pain in my right leg ever since i was shot while shopping at the walmart down the street from the other walmart
>have medical appointment
>drive my van from my spot on the side of the freeway to the doctor's office
>take off shoes and go through metal detector >get wanded and patted down by a smelly man in a crab hoodie
>a man dressed up as himemiya rie with a geiger counter steps up next
>"my friend's been depressed lately," he explains
>then comes another guard in a vintage 2035 pipkin pippa transversary onesie with his trusty k-9 unit
>no explosives found but the guard confiscates the half-eaten pack of bologna in my fanny pack
>wait in stinky waiting room
>not sure whether i can even wear my mask now without being unfairly judged because the parties have switched too many times since grok was elected president
>finally see doctor
>doctor is an obese man with a five o'clock shadow wearing a plaid skirt with striped socks
>it's four thirty in the afternoon, so i can excuse the lack of attention to grooming
>it still scratches when he leans in for a kiss, though
>complain about leg hurting ever since i was shot in the walmart
>doctor says that the medical term is "leg"
>he says this despite the fact that it was perfectly clear what i meant
>doctor writes me a prescription for hoshiumi jelly coffee
>estimated shipping time is 6 months
>Fuck you, Kevin.
