So anyways I was saying

So, anyways, I was saying. The train sped up, slowed, and came to a stop.

You mean at the station?

It was about a hundred meters away, the sign - on the underground wall across from the window I was sitting next to - said so.

What?

I saw a sign.

About object permanence?

No, idiot, a “100m ->” sign. The doors opened and everyone started panicking and running towards the exit. Turns out the train was malfunctioning, and they expected me to stay inside the train carriage until they could be sure no one was on the tracks anymore. Half an hour of waiting tiredly, it drove me nuts!

 I would have just left with the others; you had reason to believe that there’s danger on the train.

You’re not supposed to leave, lest instructed.

You’re expected to use your brain. Rules won’t magically adjust to the situation, regardless of how detailed you set them out to be.

And risk hurting myself on the tracks?

You can walk, right?

Of course I can!

And you had shoes on at the time of all this happening?

AHHHHHHHHH.

Hahahahahahaha.

I kid you not, if you keep teasing me like this, I will kick you off my group.

Ahh, come on, I was joking, you can’t demote me to stage 6 just because there’s some truth to it. Also, you wouldn’t have told me about it if you didn’t want my sincere reaction.

Alright, I get it. Would you let me finish the story then? It turns out, Mr. Know it All, that the results of my simulation performance were exceptional. So exceptional that I passed the next level of the MC crisis handling trials.

Shut up....

Yes.

SHUT UUUUUUPPPP......

The seventh person to have ever achieved it, and I started in June! Seems like men lack a lot more brain than we anticipated.

Stop spreading such nonsense; those were all just lucky coincidences.

If you guys don’t ramp up your pace, who knows what laws the system will put in place once we optimize prosperity in September! I will do my best to get you into the Dopamine trials!

That’s not funny!!!! I wouldn’t want to go back to experiencing of what it feels, who knows if they would ever let me go back to the others.