We are doomed as a society.


Years from now when we’re huddled in old cars hiding from our robot overlords, I’ll turn to the frightened family who traded me some boots for a can of beans and say “I knew this was coming the moment I saw that young girl say she wanted to be Lindsay Lohan’s ‘double.'” Then I’ll prattle on about teenagers until I’m forced at makeshift spear-point to find another car to sleep in.