Now imagine you're an apple, a pear, a plum, a strawberry, an orange, a cake, an ice cream, a pickle, cheese, salami, a lollipop, a cherry pie, a sausage, a cupcake, a watermelon, or a green leaf.
Not so happy, is it
“Chappell Roan wanted to be famous, now she has to u-” You bolt back to attention. It is September 26th, 1983. The visions you had do not exist. They must never exist. You turn back to the “incoming missile” warnings on your console. You push back your doubts and follow protocol.