“Another one?”
“Sure looks like it. Just look at him. I’d be surprised if there’s even a trace of content left anywhere within his body.”
“What a shame”
“How many is it this month now? Five? Six?”
“Eight. Two more husks were found tonight”
“Jeez. What do you even do with that much content?”
“The sages and gurus say the appetite for content is insatiable these days, and that you can sell it faster than you can buy it. Not sure how that works, but, then again, look at this guy”
“Remember the old days, when people would just create things? Before it was possible to stripmine a person and exhaust all possible content they could ever theoretically conceive?”
“Good times. Being creative was a positive thing. You could be as slow as you wanted, as long as you just produced that one piece of content that kicked ass. Now…”
“Now people are content. And thugs nab them right off the street, hook them up and empty them. Of everything. To sell for pennies”
“What a shame”
“C’mon. Let’s get him out of here. The least we can do is to carry him someplace warm”
More longer friend see that sky? 