[ WP ] The reality you know is a simulation run by humanity far in the future to determine who should be brought into existence .

`` Nah, I do n't think we need another Justin Bieber. Another Beyonce. That's where the world is in 2030.'' I say, making some adjustments to my picks on my tablet. 
 
 `` But the cash from the preteens. Are we forgetting about that? What about a boy band?'' Offers Howard, showing me a projection of what we could earn in the future on his invisi-screen. 
 
 `` Alright. A boy band. Bring it back to Backstreet Boys. We want maketable good boys with catchy lyrics and easy-to-mimic dance moves.'' I answer, showing him a quick clip of `` backstreet's Back'' to refresh his memory. 
 
 `` Sounds good. I just hate watching that shit on your outdated appliance. You're so 2012 with that thing.'' Howard shoots at me, playfully. 
 
 `` Ah, whatever. I like the feel of something to hold.'' I admit. 
 
 Howard sighs and looks uneasy. `` Now, um... Now for the not-so-pleasant fuckery. Who are we going to push to replace whoever replaces Obama?'' 
 
 Jeremy chimes in now. `` How about Han 32?'' 
 
 `` The clone? They're not ready for future advanced-development clones yet. We have n't figured out what to do with the original yet. He's barely 3. Depending on where his parents situate him, they could put the pieces together.'' I answer. 
 
 `` They're in fucking China. No one's gon na know. There are billions of peopl on this planet. Plus, we get points for the first Chinese president. It's fucking brilliant. I'll allow it.'' Says Howard, having the final say. 
 
 `` This Muslim terrorism is getting really old. It needs to escalate or we need to bring in some new extremists. What do you think?'' Kiara adds. 
 
 `` Definitely the Christians. People have forgotten about the crusade. We need to bring it back in a big way.'' Howard excitedly answers. 
 
 `` I think that's enough big issues for the 2020s-2030s. Let's move to the 2040s. Plague, anyone?'' I say with a smile. 
 
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