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Episode 354: John Went to the Beach that Makes You Old



A very much older John returns from the beach to tell us his tales of eldritch horror this week, while Henry regales us with the current happening tales of Amazon drivers and a seemingly ill begotten movie for a popular video game franchise. That and a new and improved funny Highway to the Hellhouse, this week on Zero Credit(s).


Episode 328: Hatsune Miku Will Return in Fast 11



Live long enough to die a hero or become a villain, that’s what they say and boy if they aren’t right. We’ve gone some disheartening news about Fast and Furious and some hilarious but disparaging news about the ever increasing use cases for AI. That and less, right here on Zero Credit(s).


Episode 94: Facebook on Trial II: Killer Beeze



INT. SILICON VALLEY GYM

Jeff Bezos is deadlifting, like, 1,000 kilograms. He pauses at the top of the movement, tension and power radiating through his tight nerd body. Overhead, the gym’s Toshiba flatscreen TVs show footage of empty subways. Close-up on graffiti that reads: “DOWN WITH THE TRANSHUMAN DATA CLOUD -BANKSY”

BEZOS (grunting tautly) The words of the prophets were truly written on the subway walls. Bezos slams the bar down, just as his faithful servant Hecubus enters holding a phone on a plate or whatever.

HECUBUS Master, it’s for you. Bezos picks up the phone. The caller is indistinct.

BEZOS So you’re saying I’ve been invited to a martial arts tournament to decide the fate of humanity? So you’re saying it’s going to be my only chance to meet the man behind all this and show him the power of my human muscles? So you’re saying his name is Mark Zuckerberg, my enemy of a long time? Well I’ve got one thing to say to that, Mark. The rolling garage door thing behind Bezos opens, bathing his slick and bulging body with the glorious rays of a Silicon Valley sunrise. Outside, a Kawasaki Ninja (which the audience is meant to assume belongs to Bezos) is loudly idling, its masterfully designed mechanical frame mirroring the trapped ferocity of Bezos’ own sculpted leanness.

BEZOS Let the games begin