“I don’t see where I have anything to be thankful for,” said the 95 year old man grumpily as he trimmed roses in the garden of his suburban home, and looked across the yard at his wife. (Featured image generated by Jetpack AI.)
“Your body maintenance nanotech package has been infected by a virus,” said the laughing voice via my virtual reality streaming implant, as I gasped for breath and felt my consciousness slip away. (In a possibly ironic twist, the featured image was generated with AI.)
The moment Andrew laid eyes on Jake’s smiling face he knew that life in heaven would be hell for him, knowing that depraved sinner was there as well.
As Ferdinand looked at the calculated path of the approaching asteroid, he suddenly was convinced that “improbable” and “impossible” were truly not the same thing. (Featured image by Alexander Antropov from Pixabay, with help from clipart by (monsterbraingames on openclipart.org.)
The day after the election, 99,643 supporters of That Other Guy who didn’t have time to make it to the polls breathed a sigh of relief and said to themselves, “It’s OK since my one vote wouldn’t have mattered anyhow!”
As Arnold hiked joyfully away along the trail, the child he had just pulled from the water and revived reached out a hand to touch the intriguing water moccasin. (Ref: 1 Peter 5:2)
