The customer isn’t happy. The tonic she bought from you had the exact opposite effect that she wanted, and now her life is upside down. What are you going to do to make it up to her, she wants to know. And, no, a coupon won’t do.
He’s tinkering with the watch you brought in, but it won’t stop moving backwards. No matter how hard he tries. You’re fearful, as you know what this means.
You’re in a room working diligently on something. Out of the corner of your eye you see a snake slither out of one of the outlets in the wall.
You sit on the balcony of your apartment in the city, looking off into the calm sunrise surrounded by rooftops. Out of the corner of your eye you see movement on the roof a few buildings over. You recognize this as the building your recent date lives in. You note that the figures on top are wearing ceremonial clothing as they form a circle and drop someone from the building onto the street below.
You are but a lonely frog trying to cross a dangerous road to get to the other side. You narrowly avoid a car, make it onto a floating log, and are making good time. Suddenly a barrel comes hurtling towards you.
You’re an entry-level god given the tedious task of creating new life after the human race killed themselves off for the tenth time. You’re annoyed that this keeps happening, and this time you want to try something new. Is your supervisor looking?
You’re in the audience at an orchestra. In the middle of the piece the lights go out fully and the orchestra stops playing. Silence. The lights come on and everyone is gone. The audience and orchestra, vanished. All that remains is you and a viola player. And a cackle.
You enter a theatre ready to watch a show. A man sits on stage, covered in muscle and tattoos. He closes his eyes and the tattoos begin to lift from his skin and onto the screen.
You’re a bee-person from the year 6015. You’re in bee-person school learning about artifacts and mythology found in stories from the long lost years, 1920-2020. Known as “the century that information forgot.” Who are these ancient people’s gods? What are their tools? How did they survive as long as they did without a stinger on their butt to fend off predators?
You are a zombie working a dead-end job in an office. Things have been boring ever since you and yours ate the last human. You decide you need some excitement in your unlife.