I clicked my tongue. I was a degenerate, sure—but the fun kind. I preferred chasing panties, not stacking skulls.
[Host, this is a limited-time offer. You have thirty seconds to decide.]
'Oh well. Looks like I don't have a choice,' I gave in, dumping all the blame squarely on the system.
BOOM!
I landed with style, body straight and hands clasped behind my back, gazing at everyone present with the disappointment of an elder who expected better.
"Poor souls. You sold your humanity for greed and profit." My aged voice carried wisdom, good enough to sell the role.
"Who are you?" a scientist wearing silver-rimmed glasses asked. His eyebrows permanently creased from a lifetime of frowning.
"Who am I?" I shook my head, as if the question itself offended me. "Normally, I wouldn't bother giving my name. None of you are worthy of hearing it."
I paused, letting the silence press down on them.
