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‘Hey guys! Welcome back to my channel! It’s Clover!’ She said insufferably, miming a silent scream, ‘what’s this?! I’m in a helicopter, you guys, can you believe it? This - is - insane. Clock it, clock it!’ She continued, clapping her thumb and index finger. ‘Helicopter tour!” As Clover attempted to stand up, her seat belt tugged her back down with a clumsy thud. The compartment faded to greyscale, its warmth drained alongside the color. She looked down at the strap binding her to the chair and it made her heart race 100mph. As she looked up, a car came crashing towards her, snapping her awake with a fright.
‘Fuck! Fuck… that was so cringe,’ Clover panicked. She took a broken phone out of her pocket, a black mirror that was no longer functional. It was her usual stress-reliever but the thought of producing content for the internet seemed bizarre lately. She thumbed the cracked screen, pretending to check her analytics when suddenly she was stricken by an epiphany, maybe the likes didn't matter anymore. Clover tucked the phone back into her pocket as she became acutely aware a conversation was stirring.
"So what are you in for?" She said with a teasing look.
"I needed a job and this sounded interesting," she said loudly, hoping the person next to her could hear what she said.
"Hello. My name is Dr Clementine. I will be overseeing the operation Maniacles is performing on Palmer Island, which you can now see from the nearest window."
... this energy is around 50% and 80%."
Clover nodded with approval at Mags whom she sat next to, “I’m here for the sun, the sand… the pina coladas - we’re headed to Hawaii, right?” She joked, making a small heart sign with her fingers. She tapped on the window, currently framing the island tundra they flew towards, “Mr Clementine, are there drinks on this flight? Cause I’d take a 12%.”
