Really Shitty Copper

i for one am betting on either humans or some other species in the far far future deciding to simulate the history of the universe and bringing back to life our simulated consciousnesses

so for the record: i consent, so long as i get a slightly larger weiner.

<chef’s kiss>

I am, sadly, going to die. But the circumstances under which I have declared I will die have not even begun to manifest. Things like being on Mars and somehow being allowed to make an epic dirtbike jump off of Olympus Mons.

I mean, with a custom built electric bike and some good engineering, maybe a glider assist, you could have quite a bit of hang time. I just haven’t gotten around to it