Robert Jones immersed himself in the virtual world, outsourcing his mind.

Better than experiencing the overpopulated, gritty, impoverished outside world with its unpredictable climate.

While plugged in, Robert ignored his cramped apartment, constant noise, and the blight surrounding him.

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He spent his after-hours engaged in a VR story but felt misled by the cliffhanger ending.

He filed a complaint ...

“Initiating Waste of Time Protocol. Micro lawsuit engaged.”

“Congratulations, Robert! We’ve refunded your initial credits with extra punitive credits due to class action system-wide complaints.”

“Time is money, fools.” Robert chuckled, then frowned sadly. “Time is all I have ...”