It has long been to our amazement how HK, a seemingly healthy skeptical, cynical, paranoid, armchair critic is to withstand the repeated blows of a mundane job as an engineer at some firm somewhere mundane.
How does he stand it? How will he bear it? How can he swallow this shit everyday!?
The Gods of Fate finally took mercy upon us and by a random flash of ingenuity (credits to MOB for bearing the blinding Shazam!) we have finally figured out HOW- The end to an almost endless search for an answer!
THE TRUTH IS OUT!
And the TRUTH is that HK has a SECRET.
And the SECRET is that HK HAS A ROBOT BODY!
It all makes sense now. THINK ABOUT IT! You see, it will all make sense!
HK has a robot body, with a button somewhere in his brain (I suspect at the bottom of his diencephalon) which he will depress every morning with a pair of medical pincers that are one foot long, which he sticks through his ears, or nose, or pops one of his eyeballs out and through the empty socket and pops the eye back. This will allow a HUGE part (about 102.24%) of his consciousness to leave his body and sit at home on the armchair, while his robot body pimps his soulless existence for money. When the robot body comes back from work, the consciousness will point his finger and laugh at the plight of the robot body. The consciousness also points at the modern world triumphantly and laughs at her futile attempt to enslave him and how he rescues himself so perfectly each day. At the intoxicating pointing and laughter both half parties go into a trance and they are merged again. After which, he’ll turn on the computer to surf the web to look at the “other websites” he self-reportedly looks at.
The “other websites”? Other than what? Is this the website he bought his robot body from!?
Oh! Another great mystery to unravel!
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