Platform Nation: To the left of you is a woman. She’s lithe and seems quite nice. She has a quick but wholly charming interaction with a child who runs by and drops a toy. You don’t know her name, but you know she is perfect.
To the right of you is a man. Well, he’s less of a man and more of a blob. Even with modern science and doctors willing and able to cut and reroute blood flood in his double-wide corpse taken into consideration, his continued existence is somewhat of a miracle. You already know his name: pain.