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Apocalypse page eighty two. Panel one: Famine stands at her kitchen counter, reading the instructions on a coffee can. 'Make my own coffee?' she says. 'Like some kind of peasant? Panel two: Famine is at her laptop. 'Sort price high to low? Like some sort of child emperor??' Panel three: Now she is at her work station with two computer monitors. She's jumped up, outraged. 'Write my own API calls?' she demands of the screen. 'Like some kind of...' She trails off. Panel four: She sits back down. 'Hm. Well. I should probably learn that actually.'

Posted May 1 2022