In the desert future-past, a hentai assassin—bright pink sniper rifle loaded with irresistible fantasy—takes aim. You draw a cigarette from a pack of Open AI and put it to your lips, acceptance turns to glamor, the hunter’s arrow kisses you point blank. In the mirror, your nerdy glasses become icy shades. Are you the hunter? The hunted? A player? Most dangerous game. The dawn and the end collide, wilderness and manicure, a Dalek’s primal scream—”Annihilation!” They’ve already etched the phallus on the cave walls. Your image on the cave walls. Are you his evangelist? His Angel? Charlie’s Angel, deadly beautiful working for a god you’ve never met, a drone hovering overhead. Maybe it’s just a warning, a mouse trap, a green screen, warplay. In the final seconds, it’s all just fun and games. Right??
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