So. Dreams.
Cure cancer, build flying cars, make spy insects, earn your first million, dominate the business world, build the first inverted pyramid building, realise 1Malaysia, become a law student and save the world.
Sure, find the cure for cancer. No one dies of cancer; instead we all die of toxic food and water and radiation poisoning.
Sure, soon no one can fly around in cars, stalk nobody, spend no one's first million, dominate the wasteland, get buried next to the inverted pyramid building, be proud about 0Malaysia and become skeletons to litter the world.
That's what we get.
Sure, let's chop ALL this forest down and make BILLIONS!
Not long after...
*cough hack cough*
*ack no oxygen*
*ack nothing left to buy with my money*
*ack my food is poisonous*
*ack where are all the vacation spots*
*ack cannot grow crops*
*ack the world starving*
*ack so sad, people dying*
*ack why does my bungalow look like it rained sulphuric acid*
*ack why am I fucking dead*
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