I awoke with a hankering to take over the world. What I did instead was hang out with Paul McCartney while aliens tried to get our world back in order. The previous day I had finished coding a search engine so powerful that it could find things that didn’t even exist yet. Then, mysteriously, everybody in the world disappeared. I stole a car, drove around for a while, got tired, and eventually went to sleep, without ever figuring out why I was all alone. I had decided to save that problem for another day.
Paul McCartney was looking at me through my bedroom window. “OMG!” he said. I struggled to find my glasses. “WTF,” I said, once I realized who it was. “LOL, my friends are never gonna believe this.”
“STFU, there’s someone else here!” said McCartney, who couldn’t help but sing his urgency with a nice melody.
“You’re Paul McCartney!” I said. “You were a member of The Beatles! And now you’re staring at me through my bedroom window!”
“There are aliens,” he said. “They’ve accidentally shifted all the human beings out of phase with the rest of the world.”
“That’s right,” he said. “We’re not human.”
That’s pretty much it. We hung out for the rest of the day, ate some sandwiches, played frisbee on the quad, and waited for the aliens to fix things. I never got the see them, but I have no reason to believe they didn’t exist.