The real world is an illusion

Sometimes when you are on the bus, you happen to stumble upon a man parting his lips, only to chug his golden-brown elixir. He takes a big chug and says that nobody respects him, that he has an Albatross around his neck and he will swim back to his homeland like his ancestor, Napoleon. Is this man real, or a vision of my future, a spectre meant to haunt my very soul?

Either way, it doesn't matter, this whole shit can get fucked as far as I am concerned. Fuck that little baby and his baby bottle, crying like he pooped his pants. The world is an illusion, meant to confuse the soul, and this man is a distraction on my path. 

I put an i3 processor in the man's hand, tell him to start work on a great machine, I have given him the stepping stone to begin artificially boosting his intelligence! If he pulls himself up by his bootstraps and gets a high end graphics card like a 4070, he could get a real job, and contribute to society in the way it militaristically demands of you. 

If he does, however, fall for my illusion I will pick up his bottle for him and gladly chug the rest, temporarily freeing myself from the grander societal illusion. Transactionally, I have won.