The year is 2043.

Tiny Build is now the largest company on earth, having purchased Apple, Google, Amazon, Disney and Microsoft using spare change from their coat pockets. A lone figure shakes his head in the distance. “You think you’re so great, but he who laughs last, laughs longest.”

Devouring a can of value spaghetti hoops bought using the remains of last year’s Patreon funds, Alex wanders the broken streets of his hometown naked, searching for computer parts

to add to the great monolith of motherboards and microchips that reaches four stories high, enough power to run the latest build at a crisp 30 fps. “Game development takes time,” he says to his adoring fans that cheer him on his quest.

But there is nobody there with him. Just endless piles of rubble onto which he has affixed plastic googly eyes. The pebbles are awfully encouraging today. “Thank you for Osana,” they say. Alex smiles as he collapses into the dirt for the very last time. A day well spent. “They’re all eighteen,” he whispers, and sleeps while the sun sets.