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We've got an extremely short amount of time. A mere few decades, if we're lucky. And only a fraction of those with our full faculties. For most of our lives we're children, old and decrepit, sleeping, doing basic maintenance chores required for living (eating, shitting, cleaning ourselves and our environment, etc.) or sick (if we're lucky the later is a small fraction... but a lot of people aren't that lucky).

That leaves us precious little time to actually live our life. To enjoy ourselves. To share with our loved ones. And then we have to go and spend a vast majority of that already insufficient fraction earning the right to keep surviving (or more than a majority; an increasing percentage of people have to spend not only all their available healthy free time working, but also an ever larger amount of the time we're sick, or old). That includes not only the time wasted working as such, but also the time spent going to work and back (for which most of us don't get paid), or acquiring the tools needed to be able to work and get to work (car, gas, work appropriate attire, and so on; which also come off of our surviving another day budget).

That is evidently horrible. Monstrous. Inhumane.

You can argue that we should find jobs we enjoy, but that's only possible for a statistically irrelevant lucky minority... and even then most of said minority isn't able to choose what portion of their time to spend working, so they're still not free to enjoy themselves as they should.

You can argue that it's the human condition, that it's just how we're made. But it's not. We evolved to be hunter-gatherers, not office or factory workers. And hunting and gathering are hard work, sure, but they're healthier, they can be done on your own schedule, and they leave a surprising amount of free time, much more than we can afford now. Our bodies and minds didn't evolve to be able to support our current lifestyle (or workstyle, rather, since it can hardly be called life) without breaking down. We're not only wasting what little time we have, but we're hurting and killing ourselves in the process.

You could argue that tough luck, there's nothing we can do about it, and going back to a hunter-gatherer lifestyle is obviously not possible given the amount of people on the planet. But while it's true that we can't go back, it's also a fact that we're producing much more resources than we'd need to be able to comfortably sustain every person on the planet (and throwing a vast portion of them away). We have the means to automate practically every job. We could become a post-scarcity society if we wanted to. But our society isn't built around people (much less around people's wellbeing), it's not even built around corporations; it's built around the blind pursuit of short term stockholder profits (have you never considered how utterly monstrous and dehumanising the term "human resources" is? we're not people, we're not even workers... we're mere resources to be ground and processed into profit, and discarded once all profit has been extracted from our carcasses.

It's monstrous. It's Inhumane. And if left unchecked it will continue until the time we can physically dedicate to earning our right to exist isn't enough to pay for the cost of our survival (which might take a while; the bastards are looking for ways to exploit lucid dreaming to make us work in our sleep), and either society collapses or we are forced to rise and fight for our right to exist and be human.

Fruit is mostly sugar and water. That's the food. The cellulose is just the container; you don't need to digest that, you just shit it with the seeds.

Having to work for a living is already an extremely sad and dark lifestyle. It's inherently monstrous and inhumane, and antithetical to being a healthy individual psychologically, emotionally, and physically.

Compared to that, any hypothetical negative effects from sex work are as irrelevant as spitting into the sea.

And, frankly, sex work seems healthier, easier, and less emotionally taxing than most other alternatives, buck for buck, so if you're gonna get fucked anyway it might as well be non-metaphorically.

Still made of undigestable cellulose, toxins, and whatever chemical horrors we've sprayed on top to kill any insect that has managed to evolve a resistance to said toxins.

I editted all my comments, replacing whatever the text was for a message telling that greedy little pigboy to go fuck himself, and to train his AI on that. Every single one that I could find, because Reddit history sucks as much as its search.

Cows have four stomachs and rechew their food for hours for a reason. Leafy greens are not proper food. (Plus, they're full of toxins, both from pesticides and from the plants trying to kill anything that eats them, and tasting as horrible as possible to dissuade animals from eating them.)

The only edible parts of the plant are fruits, which are intended for animals to eat them so that they'll spread the seeds.

Maybe they were referring to Kelsey..?

And, by extension, S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Melinda May, aka The Cavalry.

Or, if Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. isn't Disney enough for you, Fennec Shand might do.

Couldn't tell a man from a plucked chicken.

they were chosen first and foremost because it's a cool visual

They used ornithopters in the books (though I don't think the specifics of the design were ever described); I don't remember if Herbert ever specified why he used ornithopters and not helicopters, or planes, or airships, or levitating ships, though; maybe they'd be less likely to attract worms, maybe he just felt they added to the alien / far future feeling of the setting.

No, no, they've got a point: if every citizen has enough guns to be entirely covered in them, the bullets won't be able to get through!

Or economically, given the absurd costs of medical attention in the USA.