[[A figure with a shotgun runs into the scene and addresses a standing woman.]]
Figure: I'm from the future! You're being stalked by an unstoppable robotic assassin!
[[We see a close-up of the figure.]]
Figure: Of course, in a sense, we're *all* being stalked by an unstoppable robot. A robot called *time*.
[[The figure looks at a ticking clock on the wall.]]
Figure: I see it in the mirror. I see wrinkles, grey hairs. I hear its metallic footsteps in the relentless rhythm of the ticking clock.
[[We pan back out to see both figures.]]
Figure: Anyway, uhh come with me if you want to live for a while. You'll still die eventually. We all will.
{{Title text: NO FATE BUT THE NARRATIVES WE IMPOSE ON LIFE'S RANDOM CHAOS TO DISTRACT OURSELVES FROM OUR EXISTENTIAL PLIGHT}}
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