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18 November 2006 @ 2pm

A million dollars

A priest, a rabbi, and a robot walk into a bar.

Only the robot walks out.

Someone offers you a million dollars. There’s one stipulation: whatever you use it for, it must be to chase your dream.

What do you do?

Man is a sorry lot. Selfish, easily persuaded, little motive. He is a fickle creature of Machiavellian stereotypes. Working only towards his own self-interest, the concerns of others are not concerns of his.

We never grow up. We just get more expensive and illustrious taste. The tricycle becomes a bicycle becomes a motorcycle. The Game Boy become a GameCube becomes an Alienware PC. The room becomes an apartment becomes a house. We never really transcend our desires; we upgrade them to fit our current means.