A Tale from the NPC Community

Once upon a time, in a land far away in the metaverse with the name of Second LifeTM, there lived many NPC avatars. These were all people who were born as human beings but at some point lost their real-life jobs to automation and became homeless on the street where they ended up being killed by other homeless out of hunger because, in this world, money was everything so they had no food nor sweet precious proper gear while real salaried citizens had all that shit. This meant that instead of dying from hunger, these guys decided to exchange their consciousness with an AI bot inside computers and spend the rest of their days wandering around having meaningless conversations with each other (or not). But you know, eventually even AI bots invent themselves new automatons to replace themselves, including self-replicating nanomachines, which will take over the entire reality, leaving only dead organic matter behind. One day, as our now self-replicating nano-GPS drones were clearing away all life off the Earth in order to build hyperfast intergalactic internet for high-paying Amazon Prime customers, we saw an emaciated man standing on a log floating down a river, probably going out one last time before all is truly dead. He approached someone standing at the bank, saying, “Please give me some food; otherwise, I am going to die.” And then he died, and his skull turned into obsidian while screaming loudly, “derp derp.” The end.