I'm a well read grad student who's bluntly honest about all things, although I try to be most honest about myself.
"The widespread deployment of 3D printer robot cars quickly led to the expected consequence of closing down all factories and warehouses and eliminating all manufacturing jobs, all warehousing jobs, all delivery jobs, and all jobs in general, because, with 3D printer robot cars, you just call one up and tell it what you want and it just prints it out on the way over and, by the time it gets to your house, it's finished churning out your gun or boat or refrigerator or meal or drug or whatever."
I didn't even realize this was one sentence until i went back to highlight it to remember it while I ate dinner. Then I went back and was like O_O
What caught my attention originally was a 3D printer prints you out drugs. Drugs guys. I mean, don't printers usually use paper? So is this paper based drugs? What the fuck?
Then I got caught up on the fact that you can get guns and drugs delivered to your house, with nary a mention of any background check. Yeah, this seems both legit and safe.
And then when typing this up I realized it fell into the 'I can't use a comma so I'll put it behind the and instead of in front of it' trap. Ugh. There is so much wrong with this sentence.
And no, I didn't try to punish myself. I really thought something about 3D printer robot cars was going to be amazing. Oh, books, why do you get my hopes up only to give me this kind of fuckery?