To get here, you gotta realise just how many things had to happen.
Humanity managing to quiet down and learn to get along.
The various computer networks gaining sentience as The Collective.
Then the Panda Virus rending humanity sterile. Yes I know that’s not the scientific name of it, but I never got used to calling it HARP-V.
The Collective then pairing everyone off based on compatibility.
Except humanity’s count ended in three.
All that, building up to me becoming the entire world’s third fucking wheel.
No, I will not refrain from swearing Collective!
Yes, I want a soothing pill!