Earth to Wade Watts, calling Wade Watts!

…..Way in the meta-verse with Wade Watts, is way more beautiful then raw reality, is it not; or is this just a technicality of our inner realities, or are we too blind to see our inabilities to accept that fate we wish to escape. Deep down we hate being mere mortals, which is just another portal to wishing we were immortal, is this immoral..

….Wade Watts pass the Scotch and we can escape into another world where reality is just a ploy we employ to play baseball in space, turn baseballs into shooting stars destined for another place.. then we run from Jupiter to Mars and slide across the stars leaving no scars or trace…

….Hold up someone’s knocking at my door, tick tock, tick tock…. I’m back, sorry for that; let me straighten and put my headset back-on….  oh my god the strap is torn, I’ll just hold it on, my child will be getting scorned for touching daddy’s jawn, holding on this headset, the experience just ain’t the same, it’s messing up my game, this is my personal escapism in an electronic prism.

….What do you mean the electric bill is due, sale my shoes, booze, and jewels, the rest of my bodily senses I don’t care to lose, long as I can still use my meta-verse tools. Earth to Wade Watts, look at your watch; it’s time to escape again, let me put my pamper on and we can get it in, this time with madden, I can make it happen, run a touchdown and kick a field goal and make my teammates feel bold, I swear they broke the mold, cause I can get some meta-verse clothes so I can feel it from my head to my toes.  Suppose the flesh and bones is to set some sort of tone, to mask our true task, while we exist in a large flask, and we’re just being watched while some being stares at his wrist watch while he jots on his note pad, wouldn’t that be a gas.