I’m at an office function, bored out of my mind. I notice the boss glaring at me. “What?” I ask. He whispers into his collar. Suddenly, a trap door opens beneath me, and I’m falling into a fiery pit. I grab the sides of craggy rock walls as hellish updrafts wash across my skin, instantly making me break out in a prickly sweat. Down below, a giant, tentacle-covered insectoid chitters greedily and utters, “ZUUUUULLLL…” My boss crouches on his haunches near the pit’s edge, his lips split into an evil grin. “What do you think Kent? You think that we would tolerate any hint of free-thinking around here? That we would tolerate the robust sound of your piss hitting the urinal, putting the rest of us micro-phallused office drones to shame?” I say, “I’m not sure that’s how you can judge the size of a man’s—” His face twists in rage. “SHUT UP! Right now you’re going to feed the insectoid. As ALL do when they dare to defy Fucklor—the unholy god of office life.” The rocks under my grip increase in temperature…my fingers are slipping….suddenly I’m falling. Mid-air, I reach in my pocket and open my eReader to Echo. Magic flash. A badass, Jahn-teller weave begins enveloping my body in a speedy creep. Photonic matter chain-mail flashes over me as I disappear into the insectoid’s belly. A few seconds pass…then BOOM! With an explosion of boot-jets, I blast out of that foul creature, and I raise my fist as I fly upward, punching through my office high rise and crumbling it around me. My insectoid-infected coworkers all perish in a mass of hissing screams. I give them two middle fingers, barrel-roll, and fly off into the boundless sky. All the while, I’m grinning in sheer joy as laser-edged telemetry dances within my helmet interface.